chrystacha
I cannot decide.
The light streams into this apartment. All nice and warm.
But I cannot decide.
The leasing agent seems undecided as well.
The wall seems undecided as well.
Sashy.
I decided on my style of entrance into the room about 7 hours before the event.
She backs away from the barking dog.
Then she heard.
Something coming through her body like wind, but hot.
I walked down the street and realized that I had not thought in words for days.
When the tree moved I tasted the wind, and nothing else.
When my child smiled at me I heard ringing and flowers shuffling, and nothing else.
what if every key moment of our love can be chained together, does that mean we will never lose it? Or despite its resounding echo, we will still forget?
My outlets power thoughts and poetry without assuming. However, which direction does energy go, inside out or outside in?
Flowers that smile at the world. Knowing. But we do not know, until the end. Maybe not even till the end.
writing since 2011 · 8 entries · 8 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means chrystacha showed up.
2longest streak
8days written
0.1entries / week
the words chrystacha reaches for
flowersphoneringingwindheardcannotdecideundecidedsmileknowingtilloutletspowerthoughtspoetryassuming