As a scared child,
you were never told it was...
The urge to lie face down in a bathtub
Bubbles drifting past my ears...
I am
as old as...
a white screen
staring back...
I drive there,
then sit in the parking lot...
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
that's how it feels to be...
To survive the night
the little bloom is to pick...
Some days I'm very much
in the now...
There was a blue flower on the sidewalk
growing out of cracks in the cement...
Thus, whispered an hourglass in my ears:
No rock would ever survive the onslaught of time...
She gathers her colored
pencils and shades in the...
Blue in colour with a hint of red
one calming, one inviting...