Throughout
the maze of life in the layout of a house
To reach for what you never looked for but suddenly cannot find
Like a piece of heart missing and you think you’ve lost your mind
A taste for time or the smell of life
The feeling that you are forgetting it twice
And just when you cave to the day of the present
Is when you open the correct cabinet
And you see the past in your spice collection
You remember the smells of running through kitchens
You sit on the floor because somehow the cold tiles
Feel like a place you could stay a while
And suddenly comfort is not for what it stands
But a place where you may rest your heaviness
Thinking of torture as coffee drips
Feeling the sense of a long, strange trip
The luminous lights glow like bugs in the night
The dark of a hallway to offer a fright
The changing of sky as it moves into morning
The heart being full from its sense of belonging
A moment of peace met with tears turned to laughter
And finding the plate that your hunger was after
Feeling like you can finally sleep
Putting more to rest than dreams
About the Creator
Lolly Paige Lennox
I am known for my gifts in Tarot and the dead, the Dead, being grateful and psychedelic and a little strange in the head. Sort of a beatnik, like a harlot, or a bard, and a sorcerer. Definitely a nerd.
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