#1.30.2020

[honey-and-sting]

Wabi-Sabi

Wabi-Sabi: (n) the beauty & appreciation of things imperfect & impermanent; accepting the flow of life

A broken-hearted person finding healing in the dead of winter is like pottery pieced together & held with gold.

Nothing is permanent, not even sorrow.

[honey-and-sting]

Whelve

Whelve: (v) to bury something deep, to hide

The fear rose up again like a ghost, demanding to be felt. It grips me & crushes the air out of my lungs.

I try to deny the sorrow. I bury it deep in the  catacombs of secret dead things I refuse to mention. It can’t be real if I don’t speak it.

I can’t be real if you can’t see me.

[honey-and-sting]

Lucent

Lucent: (adj) softly bright or radiant

Lovely darling, you are glowing like a haloed dream I never want to wake up from, as I sleepily kiss you in your bed.

You are impermanent but radiant all the same.

Sweet one, there are parts of me  that want to hold you close to my chest & never let you go.

You are the softest dream, but I’ll wake up all the same.

[honey-and-sting]

The Fool (#0)

Suddenly, it was as if the sun broke forth & permeated everything with a golden glow. The beauty of opportunities I never knew I had, choices I didn’t know I was allowed to make made themselves available to me. I felt as if my life had spread itself out like empty pages in a book begging to be filled.

Everything was beautiful & tangible & ever so possible.