I can not heal you but I can hold you while you do. Don’t believe for one second that you are alone for I saw you and I came running with these words. May they wrap around you in a delicate embrace bringing warmth and comfort to your aching heart. And I will stay hereContinue reading “You will heal”
Her Questions: Darling will you still love me When I start to become old When my hair is streaked with grey And the wrinkles take a hold? Darling will you still kiss me When our love has known an age As we move through time together And we reach another stage? Darling will you stillContinue reading “Calm her fears”
Every word you say is beyond common sense and it thrills me beyond all reason.
“Steady”, I tell myself. “You might be quaking in your soul, but you will not fall. Steady. Hold. Those thoughts are shaking you around, but grab them by the reins and bring them back under control. Hold fast baby-girl, you’ve got this.”
I’m sorry, but I’m actually allergic to arrogant assholes.
Red wine and French JazzAn elevation of sophistication and wisdomSuddenly I know more of the world than I usually doI am an experienced cosmopolitanI am a quick-witted sageI am an encyclopedia of the ancient worldOh, this glass from Bordeaux mixed with sweet tonesHow you fool meIt is but an illusion of enlightenmentI’ll see you hereContinue reading “Bordeaux Illusion”
Sometimes the darkness blasts its way in I fight against feelings of crushing inadequacy and uselessness in this seemingly capable worldI have to fight so hard to remember all the things I’ve learnedI have come too far to tumble backwards from this savage mental pushI tell the world that I am stronger than this, theyContinue reading “Constant whisper”
My favourite smell in the world is the scent of Jasmine in the air before it rains. It reminds me of my youth, sitting on my bed beside an open window, drinking in the feelings of first love. When all of life’s possibilities layed themselves out like a blanket of stars and hope held myContinue reading “Jasmine”
Sometimes I wish I could just run out the front door of my life. I too want to be wild, spontaneous and carefree. In all honestly though, if I did slip away I wouldn’t know where to start. I’d probably return, banging on the door to be let back in.
This is an experiment in sharing secret thoughts. This is a space for the thoughts I’m not brave enough to share elsewhere. -STW (Secret Thoughts Within)