Or Maybe It Was Elijah Wood
purge the evening to
wake to prada eyes
caught between worlds
between celestial stars
and short tempered words
lush mornings move slowly
into dry days with a silver
locket refusing to stay
and yet I dream, dreams
of vacations together with
daniel radcliffe, in merry
flirtations.
This month seemed as if I threw my plans up into the air and let everything go. Similar feeling to the past few months (especially with the miscarriage) but this month, in particular, was more about smiling as everything fell down around me. A crazy silly month where my writing matched the silliness. I'm smiling (genuinely) yet also carry this unwanted unease. Maybe you feel this too? I flip flop from acceptance and feeling free (amidst the chaos) to a secret wish to have all my comforts and routines returned - to find my centre of calm.
