To feel the sun,
the warmth of another day.
The birds talk of wild times in the sky
while I sit here typing away.
They never said my days would be long,
nor my paper trail much longer.
I open the window expecting the birds to stay,
yet they get scared and fly away.
Pink files surround me,
humidity on the breeze,
the overcast sky.
Sitting at my desk feeling
the winds of change are flowing.
At present, we are waiting for the humidity to break. I hope for the Autumn change to arrive.
I’ve been surrounded by pink files all week. You don’t know the stress involved in Property Law and Conveyancing until you experience the work.
It has been an intense week, which usually leaves me with nothing left by Friday night.
Add watching the war crimes in Ukraine, and I’m ready to leave my computer for a while and lay down.
Thank you for taking the time to visit my blog and read my words.
You sit at your desk. A coffee fragrance clutters the air; clicking keyboards fade away.
You’re with a king having beautiful babies or sitting quietly in a grand garden contemplating the fate of worlds.
Your Reverie gives your eyes a dreamlike quality as you fade away.
your sadness drips
onto the floor to pool
in shadows and soak into
the fabric of the building
once there, it stays
unable to dissipate until
others’ happiness does the same
How odd that you
reside in a building
unable to balance emotions
A crisp lightness fills the spaces and brings a glimpse of spring to the winter day. I have nothing but you and my pain, which starts my mind racing.
A flimsy love between two independent souls both long for the rain to wash their sadness away; Two souls haunted by their fear of failure, not being the favoured child, and living with their desire for perfection.
If we didn’t need money in this capitalistic hell, we would be free to be ourselves.
I’m on the train now going to ruin my life again, but I have you through the ages: you and me against the world, ready to live once again.