blue

splashed tears; supple skin; milky eyes; spiderwebbed lashes.
longing for a life just out of reach.
brave face no more.
shattered mask.
vulnerable. weak. helpless.
comfort words rebound, fading into nothing.
temporary hugs remind her of what's not there.
sadness reigns.

noon

on a day like this the sun is shining and all is good with the world. a schoolgirl swims in her backyard pool, while the washing machine whirrrrrs away, and a chorus of voices float through the air, mixed in with yells and laughs and sneezes. a cacophony of sound.

stifling heat in a closed-door room makes the air heavy and restricting. unopened curtains seal in the darkness; artificial light gives life to her dwelling. throat closed; head spins; eyes droop. tiredness sinks in.

musings and maybes

maybe she's a spot and he's a stripe.
maybe she's a square peg and he's a round hole.
maybe she would try to fit; maybe she would fail.
maybe he would find his purpose; maybe he would go his way.
maybe she would become herself.
maybe she already is.
maybe.

aimless hours

time passes in a hurry when there is so much to do. as if it knows your struggle; and laughing, chuckling, watches you fall so very far behind. in what feels like minutes, seconds, hours and days are lost. and you wonder why you wasted them.