Looking up to the sky for inspiration
Holding my 3 pin plug
I’ve lost my adapter
Shit
Selfishness
Then—
Self-care
Self-compassion
Calming the swell
To silence the self
The ideal
Just a spinning wheel
Forgetting to forgo my ego
Stilling the water
The mirror returns—
Polished.
What is it about this dusk that feels so final?
Another night without answers
In the dark
Feeling cold
Ears burned
Never learned
Am I writing you out of me,
or writing you into existence?
Does the paper take the weight of the words,
or immortalise a fleeting thought?
Oh the irony…