Dark this passage, blustery the winds that rattle the glass, cold seeping through cracks, light receding. Life, we are sold, should be parties and castles
Wrap myself in verdant dreams – creaseless envelope of hope – have written my deepest desire, sealed the vessel shut… meanwhile, reality oozes red, like
Does illness have a voice, and if so; is it melancholy, or dark and dank, divulging deepest despair, or revealing a vileness of nature? Discord
Frozen surfaces linger, defy offered warmth – heart afraid to thaw. (For Reena’s Exploration challenge #84)
Suspended animation – apt descriptor for a culture mesmerized by screens, distractions altering perspectives – how few the non-adherents, whose focus remains firmly forward facing.
All relationships have walls, the therapist offered Walls, I could handle – build a ladder, scale – seems there was no help for the vortex