I should be sleeping instead of sitting on the toilet writing this but, reflecting on how satisfying today’s date is and given it’s 3am, I am really glad I didn’t listen to reasonable me (for now). I was thinking about something. Well, I was reading a book (Autumn by Ali Smith, which is a really good… Poursuivre la lecture 03/03/2023 – On owning books (or not)
Catégorie : Writings
De laatste weg
There were no more step to take She wished she had thought about it sooner She would have taken more of them, she thought There were no last breath to take
My mother’s daughter
It’s hard, being born a daughter!Sometimes I want to resent my mother,But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect herFrom everything she’s been through,The things, we didn’t talk through,No one should live this, though. When I was younger I thought:« I’ll never be this bitter »I didn’t even know what it meant then I picked that… Poursuivre la lecture My mother’s daughter
Hidden in plain sight
Warmth is that spark,That paints in black,The ghostly surface, Heating my solace.
Rolling on water
I’m taking the trainI know the train is travelling with meIt’s reassuringTo know it’s there to contain me