Author: selenefries

Time flows quicker than I can float, sucking me in beneath the wave. Air escapes my lung, running as if it too is out of time.

My thoughts flow eloquently, the pencil gliding across what once was a trunk of my favourite tree. Words spill and scatter, forming ideas and phrases, expressing my inner.

Yet, the moment I enter, like a filter, it works.

The frigid wind blows again my cheeks, turning them into a shade of pink as the rain falls slowly, like a Ballerina performing her last dance – careful and graceful. My feet, they don’t stop. Yet again, the week got away from me.

is it the way they look at me and see through

the walls of

indestructible concrete that surrounds

what is of my heart?

To know me,

my desires and fears,

trifling talks that turn into something

i don’t want to stop.

Or is it the way they look at me and see who I pretend to be?

Put together, clever, and tenacious.

I guess the only constant in my life,

my constant doubt in self and other

will be enough to keep me company.

My other hand will never feel the warmth of my pocket like the other does, in case you ever need it.

I wish I was not as angry, but I think my anger is inherited.

In a way, it’s symbolic, like a moasic of all the angry people that came before me. Still, I wish my anger was something else – the innate ability to solve math questions on a whim.

with only a little subterfuge he can live two entirely separate existences, never confronting the ultimate question of what to do with himself or what kind of person he is.

– Connell

1. sleep more
2. Be more forgiving
3. Eat more salad
4. Read more

she lies in eve,

slowly at dusk,

finding her place.

shining so bright

there she stays

til dawn’s embrace.