hand on hand

I feel like I’m dying

I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately. Wondering what it feels like to be at the end of your life. To see death approaching, drawing ever closer, reaching arms up towards you to take you to another plane. Do you go quietly, joyfully, nervously. What if you’re not ready. What if the signal comes …

pigeons flying

Time To Go Home

Today I am weary and overwhelmed. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been told that I wanted to be here, that I signed up for this. On days like these my desires are much simpler than that. On days like these I want the churning waters of my negative thoughts to be calm, to be still. …