chaoticallysmallpoetrySep 19, 20181 min readWeWe will be there at the endWe should be happyWe are going to be at the housePoems0 views0 comments
LabyrinthWhen future knocks on my door, it emphasizing the growth I have taken the staircase that never stop going. Forever growing and in either direction.
Beautiful.the clouds moving across the pale blue sky, dripping rain down on my patio. My cats sleeping next to each other, butt to butt, when about two years ago they couldn't stand each other. They breathe in
Cold RushTime to increase down the aisle. Opening up to something else that I can't see, to feel the assault of love slap me in the face.