S. S. Stories

Our next life will always cost us this one

Soon the fun of it all will wither away

We can only pray that we're able to make the most of it

When the fires are lit

The spring rain comes down

In warm droplets

Soaking through my gown

My bare feet splash in the puddles

The power of the rain making me feel humble

As we are both up in the cosmos

Both wearing dresses of silk and satin

We happen to bump into each other

I see in your eyes a vision

Of an entire galaxy as one

life isn't fair

I know this well

but all I want is to get what I give

to receive the compassion I give to those who also live

but that isn't what happens

and it is what it is

when I feel alone

I write because light paper can carry things

Things that are too heavy 

What am supposed to do when I don’t have my journal

Am I meant to feel things?

sipping my ice chai

listening to music with earbuds

with the fire from a candle spreading a beautiful aroma, lavender with a hint of honey

writing in a notebook