When this is overI will not rushto peopleto shopsto restaurants, bars, cafesto once-again busy streetsI will rush in the opposite directionto disconnectto sit hereto beto feelto observeto drench myself in quietimmerse myself in natureand let it restore my soul And after I've sat for a while, I'll go and look for some of my favourite… Continue reading When this is over
Category: My Poetry
2 Hours
This is all the time I have.The rest of my time is stolen away.I am timeless.I am a half-life, half-asleep,blog-posting through a blur of fatigue.My edges are unclear. My face a smear as I slide down the glasslooking out at those with lives.Wondering how they capture timeand make it bend.
Suzy Clair's Cosy Corner 