Truth needs to be.
The Coronavirus is unsettling.
Day to day life is being affected.
I won’t ignore it.
Neither will my friend, Ana, an EU citizen, and author. “Frustrated at myself for feeling so powerless. Frustrated at us as a nation for reacting the way we apparently are.”
Read on. It’s good for the brain.
Please tell me what you see. What you are experiencing. Italy. My heart is with you. France. UK. China. Germany. France. Etc.
I want to learn.
We cloak so much of this in armor we don’t care about. -M. Taggart
There comes an early morning
when we look at the sky differently.
Our hands curl and change-
The crows call loudly, swoop,
It’s not too late.
One of the best I’ve ever written.
A girl. A thought. Yellow.
‘People think I’m crazy. I think a lot. I think when I think. If my eyes seem volatile, they may be, or I’m lost in a non-linear perpetual sliding thought and when I break my mind I come out of it.’
Read it here, on The Drabble.
Sometimes I tell myself to focus,
then I think, “Why?”
Doing nothing gets busy too.
Sometimes trust looks you in the face.
The smell of the book took something.
Birds sound best in the morning,
while you look in the mirror.
I hope for you, the year closed the best way possible. Best of luck to the next.
It’s just a few more steps. Let’s wave and do that again.
I don’t ask permission to be myself.
That Bothered an old man
who once put his hands on me.
Doesn’t any more.
Sky looks nice tonight.
There’s something about pain
that opens the truth
of the burden.