petals flittering
petals flittering
guided by a gentle wind
waiting on the rain
Home
an ingrained pattern
an ingrained pattern
in the service of others
what happens to me
decelerate time
decelerate time
to stop is the little death
breathing is movement
playing the longshots
playing the longshots
what could possibly go wrong
feeding the gremlins
searching for a flow
searching for a flow
to find a touch of meaning
who reads this drivel
to swim in the noise
to swim in the noise
wonder what befell silence
yelling at the night
feel their eyes on you
feel their eyes on you
anatidaephobia
the duck never sleeps
surrounding darkness
surrounding darkness
and monsters under the bed
a bump in the night
to wander about
to wander about
skirt the edge of being lost
i am where i am
for a moment's pause
for a moment's pause
to feel that bit of relief
it sucks getting old