That I would become a fiction of your imagination?
Don't you know that one is the loneliest number
Feel the empty deep inside, was it only me
That felt anything at all?
Caressing of your words, stroking my heart
Was it merely a fascination?
I can see it in your eyes, today, perhaps longer?
I struggle within my hardened self, it wasn't meant to be
I shut my eyes and hit restart
This picture is dedicated to #MondayRed #ColorChallenge by @Kalemandra who brings color to my world, twenty-four/seven.
This picture is dedicated to #MonochromeMonday With @Old-Guy-Photos. Let's pull out some monochromes. And if you have a dash of color, as I did, the old guy is pretty forgiving of a splash or three.
Made a little sunshine today. Happiness will be following shortly behind.
And just like that, these musings are done. I want to thank @old-guy-photos and @Kalemandra for hosting these challenges and just so you know, although much sun and shine was used up today, I can guarantee that there is still a little left in my heart. Have a most fabulous day!
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"