“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.”Anais Nin
“Good morning,” the bait for misdirection. Bad intentions soaked in “best interests.” Being someone else, the exit sign towards the door.
Expectation led to another failure. I devalued my worth. The manipulation and frustration pushing me toward despair. My horoscope gave me distressing news. I’m just biding my time until I can leave this place.
Spring light in the sepia sky. I remember when joy greeted us in the morning. Time moves with reckless abandon. Every decade carries a scar. Tears drying in the night. Good intentions were wounded by the abrupt goodbye.
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”Leonardo da Vinci