I lay the knives, sharp, on the table, flat.
Notes of cinnamon and spices should keep the tempo light,
As I conduct the kitchen, for my dinner party tonight.
Knock knock, they melodically rap upon the door,
I go to greet my fine guests, yet moments before,
I turn back from the handle, for I'm not so sure,
Which of the four seasons should delight my decor?
To choose only one,...
Tuesday 28th March 2023 1:19 am
I hate doing nothing.
The silence around can’t match the volume inside.
I abhor being bored, it’s impossible to hide.
I can’t think or focus, there’s a chaos in my mind.
When I look to do nothing, there’s nothing I can find.
I’m scared of nothing.
Now this isn’t a display of bravery against fear,
But being petrified of the unknown, of something still so unclear....
Wednesday 22nd March 2023 11:19 pm