exam season

mixed bag

it is
broken,
disfigured,
malnourished,
this heart of mine.

"you have some kind of nerve taking all of our love."


it is
tired,
aching,
thirsty,
this mind of mine.

"papa can you hear me?"


it is
queer,
violent,
bewildering,
this 'home' of mine.

"cuz i've been a prisoner all my life."

Ode to Eilis

i lose track of time as i listen.
these are not stories,
but memories and life's lessons.

i lose track of time as i wonder:
she is so brave,
but does she know?
and does she know that i think so?

with love from besch. x

mmm

easter gifts

you know when everything, everything seems to be going wrong?
that is now.