better to write for myself and have no audience, than to write for you and lose myself

Inside

My deck with chairs, where I imagine a lake. The quiet and slowness that comes from a break.

You should know I dont miss you, you the party or play , that demands my full self for more than a day

I dont miss people or places to be, I’m in a world of my own making behind doors you cant see and its all just for me.

Dont need to share my toys or my feelings, I’ll take them all in

But someday we’ll meet and I’ll show you where I’ve been

Thank you for this time, I’ve liked what I’ve seen

A mirror of my shadow, of me and for me

I welcome you dark stranger whose shadow I see, come gently and slowly and we’ll pretend to like drinking tea.

Recycled On Repeat

Cheryl