Ah the doors open and wonder flows in like a late menstrual cycle from a woman who demanded a life of freedom The imagination grows like vines inside grasping everything in it’s web don’t save from this dream I don’t want to wake up yet ❤ Saschia Little purple person
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Hope
We’re becoming something Our tip toeing toward new beginning I just know We’re gunna make it I can see it in the horizon A flag-no, a Phoenix Flames feathers calls from the wild Just keep hanging on We’re almost there -Saschia
Distant
the grand father clock stopped ticking I feel so distant and out of touch the music is still there though i hear it far off in the place I last knew myself ❤ Saschia
Shared Air
Step… step I think and think of shy hearts The ones that were left alone far too long The ones that have hardened over time I want so badly to love and appreciate them for who they are Because The daily grind in this world calls for an open heart Not a selective one ♡Saschia
Adventure Awaits
The bells are ringing I don’t know what that means though The crows are knocking And bunnies are mumbling So many meanings So much reading So much untaught history to be found To be searched for And 4am is the perfect time If there really is a perfect time ♡Saschia
Purpose
There’s a purpose for you A purpose only you can fulfill It is yours and yours alone Shape it Mold it and let it fill your walls Then make your place there don’t sit around and wait for your place to find you Places are stationary But you, my love, can move -Saschia
Wind chimes dance before the storm Rain drums the bins It’s a show put on by nature A comforting display that soothes me into lala land Like nature We should ignite our talents using what’s right in front of us -Saschia
The Awake Version
Time passes so fast once my eyes close There are times I close them to think for just a second And when I opened them The hours had passed me by like a shooting star Sometimes I don’t even realize my eyes had closed And I dream that my day goes on as usual ThenContinue reading “The Awake Version”
A Precious Thing
I rush to get my work done Less thought takes less energy Which sends me off to bed early I could spend the day contemplating The balance between Plato’s and Nietzsche’s opinions of “the good life” But the amount of energy it takes to develop that opinion is far too great It’d be smushed betweenContinue reading “A Precious Thing”
Night Creature
Aimless walks under the moonlight Orange hues A breeze fingering my hair Ah, the life of a night creature Spreading wings Shredding wings Finding words and self And novel ideas -Saschia
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