Like a River.

She is searching for herself, like a river for the ocean, through the canyons of the Tiger Leaping Gorge. Twisting in the Lilies of the Caledonian Forest. In golden sways of countryside she pours. She is searching for herself, all the while creating meaning, ’round every bend and down each avenue explored. Rushing down theContinue reading “Like a River.”

In my head.

Why can’t I run out of things to say? The never ending rhymes of a live action play. A thought comes to mind, I shove it back in, then that triggers more, a brain frenzy spin. I hear quite a lot about compartmentalizing thoughts. Arrange a place in your brain for your triggers to stay.Continue reading “In my head.”