#49 (spring cleaning)

sweeping my self-doubts from the attic like abandoned spiderwebs they are learning to fly again worries I turn into a carpetbeater raising clouds of sulk that leave into the atmosphere grey butterflies wating for their close-up recycling memory-leftovers from past lives the many times I said "I used to.." stopped haunting me as I weave … Continue reading #49 (spring cleaning)


#48 (on meeting fear)

Die Natur kennt keine Vernichtung, nur Metamorphose. -Anaxogaras I allowed myself to pause because I needed to to not feel when emotions were too much to bear regrowing a shell similar to the one I used to live in but not quite   no more silent tears I don't bask in my fears anymore I … Continue reading #48 (on meeting fear)