Handicap

I’ve noticed these percieved novelties, Infatuated by ancient vanity. Descendant of Eve. A Rarity of sorts. Coerced in the midst of love. Where is my heart? Locked in a chest on rainy days, Noah’s Arc. The sun has risen, your eyes, lips and body-language tell a story. Pillow talk, Words said while laying in parallel…

PURE

People paint a peculiar picture of vanity. Unrelenting ideas of what’s the perfect pretentions. Reflecting on what will be socially accepted. Experiencing self doubt on their own image. P.U.R.E Wake up to a splash of water to your face, Look in the mirror and smile at what reflects back. Never turn and look away in…

Patience

Crafting my cadence to reflect on this waitlist. Waiting, waiting, waiting… Elevator music is playing. As we rise to the top floor, There you are similar to my preferred pedestal. Plans in motion, without a specific motive. How did we get here? How did we intervene? How could what feels meant to be, feel so…