The days are beginning to blur;
circuitous rockery, dark green foliage cutting through
and ambiguity calls to me— Spring is cruel at times,
blooming riotously despite absence of feeling within.
that is perhaps easier to make out
but what of the hours when one is alone on a bench of thoughts?
I refrain from telling stories,
they are often open-ended and misleading—
dear reader, whose side are you on?
The world’s chaotic and hostile minds sparkle with merriment;
I am the weed in their otherwise perfectly manipulated rose garden—
a teardrop as I dance in the rain;
I am a rebel on the go and I am leaving the lights on.
Photo credits: Lisa Gordon Photography
Skylover Wordlist: Rockery 💝