The memory of the smell of toast,
Emanating through my home.
The warm cosiness of it.
And the satisfaction of a genuine appetite.
I am still tired,
After so much sleep.
Losing so much blood.… Read the rest
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Quiet and dilute
A few minutes to kill,
The house is quiet,
And I am waiting for a fish curry to finish cooking.
A big, immune boosting smoothie in the fridge.
I am feeling quiet too.
My hormones have brought the ocean to my door.… Read the rest
no fun
It feels particularly cruel,
To have to get out and into work tomorrow,
After a day off today.
The weekend feels like it has begun.
And yet, I have to drag my arse to work tomorrow.… Read the rest
ways and means
I suppose that is one way to contrive an opportunity to live overseas for a while.
3 months without a decent coffee??!! (Haha)
There is nothing more fun than a public holiday to try something different.
I have work tasks in my calendar too.… Read the rest
Weary
It feels like it has been a long week,
And it is only Wednesday.
I am weary,
It is cold and wet outside,
And it is nice to be cosy,
Inside.
Feeling like feasting,
On pictures of cosy book cafes,
Overseas.… Read the rest
like a spring
Not in the mood to be serious,
Nor academic.
Just want to soak my soul in Pinot Noir.
Feel it bubble up through all my interstices,
And soften the edges of a coarse kind of a day.… Read the rest
Good
I was just about to say!!!
‘I think you should come back’.
What harm does it do, really?
Haha, apart from triggering psychosis,
Engaging through some disembodied channel,
The trauma,
And the disrespect.
It’s not THAT bad. Haha.
But I think we should be friends.… Read the rest
in slow motion
Ice cold.
Why won’t it just die?… Read the rest
truth and beauty
The gentle exhaustion of a memory of sadness,
Balances a little heavily on my soul.
Its weight tells me the story,
Of how this space can hurt.
And yet, I have a seemingly indefatigable urge,
To be vulnerable tonight.
And show something of my soul,
Or make something that I consider beautiful.… Read the rest
the process
A deeper and deeper hole.
Share something vulnerable,
Notice the lack of energy in return.
Feel myself spinning.
Realise what is happening,
And make plans to cut you off.
So, that you can’t hurt me again.
Repeatedly,
Until I couldn’t care less,
I guess.… Read the rest