Full of poetry and such—enjoy the madness.
So Seriously
I used to take myself so seriously, but not in the way you might think.
A Beautiful Garden
In a beautiful garden, I have this bit of serenity. The imminent feeling of being completely alone while being close to so many.
Thickets and Thorns
Through thickets and thorns, I still stand today. Through scars and songs, I’ve seemed to make my way.
When We Meet Again
I hope when we meet again, you can see a mecca I have made in myself. A road, I have paved myself. Trees, I have planted and kept alive, myself.
Tripwires of the Mind
I feel as if I am the space between two. A gap in the fabric sewn. Traveling a road with traits I didn’t choose. What an embedded breath.
Nostalgia
In an instant, like a crack in thinning ice, I am flung into a time I had since stored away. A hidden file in my mind, playing, mimicking, a younger self.
A Child’s Eye
I look at the feathers of a grey dove. The way it shines in unadulterated light. How soft it would be to the touch.
Isabelle Justice 