Writing

Lacking Meaning

I look around at the space I have created for myself after all these years and I wonder what’s wrong with me? I’m happy right? This space is entirely me from the worn countertops, the vase of flowers wilting on the table, the music humming from the radio to the old overweight cat sleeping on… Continue reading Lacking Meaning

Writing

Missing Reflections

A mirror looking one way reveals copper tears falling into a gold coloured vase. Through the crystal years I waited. Through the diamond nights I cried rubies, jewels, and emeralds that I once saw in his eyes. Sapphires that cut like daggers in a pearly white mist. I lost my precious gem beneath it; it’s… Continue reading Missing Reflections