The Birds Do Thus by Robert Frost I slept all day. The birds do thus That sing a while At eve for us. To have you soon I gave away -- Well satisfied To give -- a day. Life's not so short I care to keep The unhappy days; I choose to sleep.
In search of, Wanted, and MissingThe words have left me today, I am both abandoned and alone, Not much that i can do or say, trying to squeeze prose from marrow in my bones, any time i get too close they scurry, like birds i approached too quickly, too loud, too anxious, too needy,... See More »
Are you afraid..??I am out of my old shadow .. But we don't really know .. What will happen next? The thought of becoming myself again .. Taking off all my masks of joy and pain .. Like coming back from war it terrifies me. Being myself and meeting you, without... See More »
Some writings as I am moving forwards..A quick diary before I depart from St. Nicolas (protector of sailors and marine people) I am tired and scared but simultaneously I am strong and ready. I don’t know why, I do not know. We are all interconnected and we are all one, The jasmine... See More »
What We Tell Ourselves (title)I tell a lot of awful stories. Almost all of them are true. Does it matter that all of them came before I'd heard of you? I know that I can only save myself. That's not exactly breaking news. But is it so wrong to be grateful that someone says... See More »
Chosen, Not KeptI remember when I stopped wanting to be a wife. Not because I stopped believing in love. I have always believed in love. I just stopped believing that love had to look like a house with two toothbrushes, a shared closet, a mortgage with both our... See More »
