mantra to my morning.
Tomorrow, which is today, from when I wake, I will begin again. And in this second chance I give myself, I will not fail. I no longer press against the wheels of apprehension. From today, I am the mother of invention.
Out of Sight
My body heaves, hot and heavy into tonight. Lingering on the lips of last week’s end, I imagine myself with you. With the wilderness whispering at our side, you and I escape. And like two hot lights we spark, we smoulder, out of sight.
Life fog.
Again I embark on a sudden but oh-so-familiar phase of sleepless nights and sleep-filled days. Yet daze I do not, it is this rhythm that excites me, that ignites me. Pity it sits against the norm and makes rising ‘at a reasonable time’ nothing short of brutal. Tonight, I look closely at the little life I have created. A lucky life. But it is not… Read more »
