you will never know
what’s in my dreams
even I
am not sure what they are made of
the ghosts that travel in my head
yet everything is there
that we don’t see
*reposted from December 2022
you will never know
what’s in my dreams
even I
am not sure what they are made of
the ghosts that travel in my head
yet everything is there
that we don’t see
*reposted from December 2022
I’m used to seasons that start on June, September, December and March on the 21st, at least officially. But here in New Zealand, we like to simplify things (I hope my only New Zealand follower will agree) and we decree the beginning of each season at the beginning of the month. It suits me perfectly for spring (first September), summer (first December), fall (first of March), I would only like winter to start on June 21 and end on August 31, which seems pretty reasonable to me.
as the tide has scribbled on the sand
the mood of its waves
I will scribble my page
with emotions that cannot be dissected