Expanding into what is.
The pink sunburnt hot vulnerable face.
The sadness with the weight of a herd of dead elephants.
The relentless sun.
The wine stains on my mouth.
The prospect of being away for two days.
The sadness like a massive swath of colour missing from my rainbow.
What the heck do I have to be sad for?
Look at my aliveness, look at the love in my heart. Look at my pulsation.
But right now it is big and so so sad.
I am an elephant graveyard of sad.
My eyebrows are just squished caterpillars on the highway. Totally useless.
Heart aching like a SON OF A BITCH.
How will I make it through all these hours and days?
This is my week of composure.
I will only cry in the washrooms during this entire trip.
Only the washrooms.Share