windrag : poetry : journal

there are things you don’t quite understand but you wait, you let them in you take the time, you move toward. there’s times you get reminded, you have a thing. the thing you have is not the thing you don’t quite have. you get confused. you wait, and then in time, you have them both. […]

for the most part, my muses all recoiled. i never understood it. i reacted. i tried to integrate. my heart wanted it that way.