MIND. BODY. SOUL.
She waits for the sun to go down for the birds to fly away for the mischief to begin She waits for the leaves to fall for the cold to set in for the change to set in She waits for the shades to be drawn for the light to flicker for the glasses to clink She waits for the sun to rise for the ...
She sits in a coffee shop Her pencil twirling round and round Perplexed in confusion Unsure of the page to turn The lamp dims letting shadows in The fan quells the dampness A chair tilts in the background The mirror reflects a jaded rust Her eyes scan the room She bits her lip in an unsure distrust Her eyebrow raises She crosses the other leg The door ...