playing with my fears

trace the lines of scars, broken promises
hope dashed and the waiting, oh, waiting
blemished past will not leave me
i miss the sun, its water and flowers
i miss the son, his wonder, and power
and you are so sick

~katherine

In between

Dear katherine,

These days have been so desperately uncomfortable. I moved to a new city which is supposed to be the city where everybody wants to be, but I feel caught in my own thoughts and fears. Rough as you feel, hopeless a little bit... with the sky in between. a wall. and a roof.  no exit. no joy.

dear raisa, this week I am in two minds. this year I have been feeling in two minds often

so here I have presented myself looking a little lost, perhaps you appear as though comforting and listening

love, katherine

The road / The distance / The encounter

uno, dos tres.