1.25.2020.
like a character in my favorite books:
charismatic with a
carefully constructed laugh.
never angry, always composed.
their light dims.
darkness screams at you
telepathically.
we hopped onto the carousel.
one stepped off. the other stayed.
skipped back on board.
jumped off. gripped harder.
the headache from the dizziness
made her faint. she woke up
to an cloudy sky and an empty lot.
following a closed
third eye,
they walked onto dirt roads,
separately.
the self love journey:
will it ever be complete?
misguided when they should be
led by their highest selves.
the evolution:
“keep going.”