I’m desperate and wanting.
Waiting and thinking.
Dipping and fetching.
Hungry and thirsting.
Yet, it’s not my first time.
I’ve gone full circle.
And I’m still searching. Man:
Woman, you are thirsty!
Your are wilted and dry inside. Woman:
You need not say it.
For I can feel it and you can see it.
I have been here, waiting for you to give me water that I may not thirst again. Man:
Not only do I see it, but I feel it, too.
But we have been here before.
Then, I gave
Does your reflection scare you?
When you look at yourself what do you see?
Can you find a monster in your eyes? When I woke up this morning, I never thought I won’t be able to look at myself.
When I put on my favorite yellow dress, I couldn’t imagine having the audacity to set fire to skin that could have been mine.
I had never known what could push me off the bend-
I had never experienced what inflicting terror tasted like. It was a bitter taste… mixed with smoke and b
Dear X, You’re not just the 24th letter of the alphabet. Yes, it’s difficult forming words around you- but maybe that’s because of our history. I hated that subject, by the way. History- stories of truths that were and could’ve led to a whole different lifetime. It’s been lifetimes since I thought about this, but to me you’re not just the 24th letter of the alphabet. No, yours came long before chapter 20, and you were detailed in my book before I even met you. How can I forge