She stirred me out of my bed this morning ..
With the blinds tilted up not quite closed I could see the grey .. slowly dissipating . not to blue but to a hue I have yet to see anywhere else in my short years. The sky behind the layers of clouds was presenting itself
purple.
As though a rainbow should have been present above it.
I have bought multiple outdoor plants but I cannot bear to subject them to what we bundle up to avoid.. my ivy is crawling up my walls and twisting around my desk. My forest is internal…
She calls life into my chest her words causing me to stretch across my sheets.. reaching for the past. This woman's work is never done. I want to belong in those mornings when the sun was piercing my eyes and I rolled over to keep the darkness in..
It’s too late. And I am saddened, a hill turned to a pile of stones, set before a horizon, evening after evening . will I fake the enjoyment of tiptoeing around what I do not want? Around your life.. around pieces of myself falling away just to get through this season..
Since when did I wake up caring what they thought of me. I will do what I want.. even if it makes me crazy. I tire of facing the double b’s and the orange stares.. OVERRATED
With those first notes she cries for me. Calling me out of my bed to dance with her.. I will hold onto her feet and never let go. There is something tremendous in unconditional love.