You can’t sip that tea for long- tea of the Past. It feels warm, coats the soul with a glow sometimes, but it’ll take you and if you aren’t careful you won’t come back, won’t stop sipping that golden drink. You may lose yourself forever in it’s gilded shores. I hated swiss cheese. When I…
Author: morphingofthesavinomind
it’s all just dark matter anyway
I wore a black dress to your funeral. The same as the last one; recycled outfit only different faces. Though I guess that’s just how it goes now. I originally bought it for a bridal party; a night out before a griends wedding. On some level I know it’s ironic but conciously perseverate only on…
eggs and peas
How am I doing, you ask? This is me. The embodiment of a walking human natural disaster. Things like this happen on such frequent occasions that they hardly ever ruin my day anymore, nevermind skip a beat. I drop things, trip up stairs, break things, slip down stairs and spontaneously combust 70% of objects I touch on an…
faceless stranger
You have been woven through
the machine tines
and fabric
of my life for longer than I have ever known
tethered
by a red string
the things i tell myself
I tell myself I have Mother’s work to start, and a husband and home and a job and we’ll rest later… but we never do”
what’s Life
And all the while
the fear’s in me
Yet I’m too afraid to run.
Morphing of the Savino Mind 