today

I en­ter­tained an idea
that I haven’t welcomed
to cross my threshold
for quite some time

This idea
has been pushing,
prod­ding at the edge of the yard
but I’ve kept the blinds shut
and the doors locked

Hop­ing that if I close my eyes
and think re­al­ly hard
it will just disappear

But this idea
it’s some­thing between
a ghost­ly shadow
and a sol­id form

So when it comes knocking
it doesn’t al­ways matter
if I choose to open the door
be­cause it only needs a sliver,
to find a crack in my foundation
and come creep­ing in.
 
 

—cas­si­die wages

Flom­mist Cas­si­die Wages is an artis­tic blue-haired cre­ative de­pressed em­path­ic friend­ly gen­uine heavy in­tel­li­gent jux­ta­posed kind­heart­ed lev­el­head­ed moody note­wor­thy over-an­a­lyz­ing pa­tient quizzi­cal re­spon­sive sar­cas­tic tired un­sure vi­sion­ary weird yogi zeal­ous. Copy­right © 2019 Cas­si­die Wages. Im­age source.

MOR D’ARTÍCULOS  MOR FLOMM !

READ SOME  RELATED  DER TUNG  POSTS  :

rab­bit hole should you trem­ble at my door hi wendy these things and those things for pa­tience my open let­ter to pyschiatry ei­ther stand here.