The Abyss...

Not sure when it all started I think it was right after my overdose of tryptophan. I sit at 2am to write on that one desk your mother brought for the baby but yet you thought it would suit us better. I sit staring at the abyss that the internet seems to be hoping for  the words to pour through my fingers. I feel tired but my mind won't slow down. Might be...the countdown for Christmas...the spots on the baby's face that are slowly fading... her congested chest... my difficult relationship with the matriarchal images I uphold...






And I look around as if looking for the exit signs because sometimes I wish to run... and I want to run from those that left me behind and from the chaos but as soon as the thought comes into this very messy head of mine through my loose lips... I regretted it... Asking for such peaceful and quiet existence would mean giving up the only arms that hold, nurture and love me.







Yes, it's 2am... bring on the noise and the chaos... cranky babies and the piles of dishes. Bring on the socks and the clothes that you leave behind like Hansel marking your path... Give me late nights staring into the abyss. I don't wish to miss a thing...






I stand on a silk like spiderweb and I understand how delicate this life is... How fragile we are... How fleeting each moment is... Like angels whispering in our ears...
My prayers from last night begging for easy should be dismissed.
I don't wish to change a thing...


Hoping your weekend was loud... Stay Sweet!
Coming up...
We are decking the halls.