Sometimes I have really weird thoughts and mental chats while I’m in and out of sleep. Here is the most recent collection of them.
Perhaps a professor
who undergoes research bouts
or collects sources to ribbon together
as fact of experience
to craft my own thoughts.
And derive the privilege to explore
the world outside clinical confines or
A touch of freedom
the taste of travel
wanderlust, I presume.
Reconnecting to the artsy
the sociological side of life.
lightness of being from sunlight,
dappling a chimera city that I call
my “for now” home.
Strokes on my baby’s head, soft
her languid, lazily opened eyes driving into content sleep
Nostalgia or Nosferato?
Blood sucking I am used to; blood is freely given.
Time is stolen.
Breastfeeding love despite sacrifice of time.
Excited to share the world.
Smell of burning firewood during campfire piles reminds of
familial community aching,
but absence filled by anecdotal and perceived noise.
Raising a baby alone by internet,
but wary of lapses in previous generation.
Wanderlust of mind and eyes.
Sunlight glow within:
“a love of things that grow”
“everything the light touches.”