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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In the Middle
The morning crawled into my nose and filled my chest then continued to my legs til I had to throw the covers off some people grind harder than me some sleep through their dreams til their last breath I’m shamefully somewhere in the middle ❤ 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
Cafe Stories
The cafe is slow and steady but my writing is sporadic, hiding between thoughts of four hundred word challenges and how I have to get the hair out of the bathroom sink. Images from “The Ring” whistle by and I notice a wasp kill a random bug outside the cafe window. Or maybe it wasContinue reading “Cafe Stories”
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”
Imagination
She smiles and tells her story And I listen at how she will make flying elephants “Big or small” I ask “Small ones” I love her idea and Her mind and the way her eyes look when she thinks of all the magical things she’ll add to her secret little world of magic.
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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