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.
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
The doors open as wide as a fishes mouth
Not a squeak to em
The sun it shines into the dead silent hallway
beams dance on the floor
Wiggling to some translucent beat
I’m sure it’s not my heartbeat
Shadows scatter
I freeze to admire the sight
I stand still
confident in the shadows return
But hoping the beams dance a bit longer
And hoping they return
-Saschia
There is a bunch of reasons why I write everyday
One is for my family
For freetime or solitude
So I have something to look back on
To see how far I come
Inner healing
To avoid negativity
Why do you write?
Take my hand and tell me it all
The good days the misfortunes
Some silly jokes
the times you fought so hard not to cry
Show me your belly laughs
Please share these things because
I want to love you
All of you
I want to know everything that made you
You
-Saschia
At the end of the day, I just want to spend time with you
Doesn’t matter what we do
Watching Movies
snuggles
reading dozens of knock knock jokes
You’re the smile on my face
A reason to keep going
And every step I take has you in mind
-Saschia
I want to write
I want to stretch my fingers
And let em go
Typing typing typing away
Lost in adventures
Lost in the scenes
Pushing pushing through the pain
Typing typing
Eyes closed eyes squinted
Teeth gritted
Pushing and typing
Hoping that finally a stiff book baby
Will exist in my hands
-Saschia
I start and I start
And I just know I’ll finish
So I start some more
But the secret is to finish
At least that’s what I heard
We’ll see some day
-Saschia
The words won’t slip out.
My legs twitch
with electricity
and my mind black as the deep blue.
I’ll fish and meditate
and search for a hook
but when nothing comes
all I have left is a defensive rotation between
force and small rests
-Saschia
From now on I will believe in my writing. I will be confident enough to be teachable while also being true to me. It took a lot of work to be able to write that and mean it at the same time. It’s not just an affirmation it’s a statement of who I’ve become. I will continue to reflect on this so I can maintain my belief. But I hope to stay here if not forever for as long as possible.
