Thursday, June 21, 2018

Distrust

I press my bitten nails into my palms
As she speaks, as to not betray
The fact I am two milimeters
From breaking down completely.

I wish I wasn't so emotional,
And I could interpret situations
Without my heart racing
Or my mouth being dry

I have this innate need
To know everything
And to act on it:
Compartmentalizing my life.

I'm preparing for the worst:
Why can't I ever be an optimist
And not an overthinking realist
Ready to catch my fall already.


Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...