A telephone call

A gathering Of minds, of hearts.

Meeting at the Well. To be repaired and hydrated and lashes of water spurt across our dry, arid cheeks.

Long, needy tongues stretch out to catch the dripping droplet. A droplet of shared experience of being here together and knowing each other’s thirst and relief.


Peace of mind

Is it too much to always be in a state of accomplishing?

Should I be always attaining advancing acquiring?

Is it lowering standards or elevated maturity that I pat myself on the back and say ‘well done for preparing food today’

I just can’t tell if I’m falling in love with myself or letting myself down.

The dreamy eyed lover lapping up every moment as the waves ebb and flow over my reflection.

Is that who I am to become to get away with doing nothing?

Coz doing nothing is all I’m good for right now.