bubble

she told me once that she longed for a bubble, a room without time or place where she could simply exist. a space to be, without pushing for the next goal or sitting in silence worrying about all the things she could be missing out on by wasting time. a place to stay alive without…

Stasis

Aching away in the confines of a chair, her legs itch to climb mountains run through waterfalls shiver and freeze and collapse at the point of an insanity which never lasts too long. Her arms long to tread water: to swing across a child’s monkey bars to tip one too many drinks down an eager…