I get ahead of myself sometimes. Combing through my to do listrunning like credits on repeatthrough my brainPlanning for this, planning for thatalways moments aheadIn return, leavingthe Now a few momentsbehind...Before its timeLosing the opportunity to experience itKeeping it unfulfilledThe Now is probably angry at me sometimesfor failing to see its stunning existenceignoring its allureThe... Continue Reading →
I dreamt of you again last nightyou seem to be invading my dreamsmore often than not these daysAt first, I was angryhow dare you break into my head my inner sanctumin my most vulnerable stateafter you tore apart my heartwith your bare handsBut, I began to grow accustom to seeing you theremeeting you in my... Continue Reading →
Maybe it wasn't youMaybe it was justthe way your eyes meeting minerushed blood to my cheeksburning from the inside outheart pounding at my chestdesperate to beat its way through my sternumquivering hands words stucktongue failing to recallhow to movebutterflies irritating my stomach liningmoments later words spewinganxiety crawling out of my mouthlike a swarm of angry,... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I drown in "what ifs"they crash over mepummeling like wavesleaving me heaving for airsalt stinging open woundsSometimes, I let thempull me outinto the riptidedrag me to the pastfloat there awhilea sea of different endingsall leading to a loss of airall resulting in megasping on the ocean floor
My plants know me better than anyonesentient beingshanging on the wall witnessing my lifebehind closed doorsan intimate connection...observing each other's growth.
The uneven ground dug into the flesh of my exposed feet. Rocks and sticks cutting like little knives as I ran. He was coming. I couldn’t hear anything over my ragged breathing, but the hairs on the back of my neck stood erect giving away his presence. Trees flew by me in a blur, a... Continue Reading →
I really cared about youAnd I think you knew thatNo, I knew you knew thatI had told you so many timeswith wordswith actionswith the way I looked at youIt was so clearso obviousThe thing wasI could never tell if you cared about meSometimes I thought you dida look in your eyesa kind gesturea corny lineOther... Continue Reading →
Sundays are my favorite day of the weekIt is the day of restthe day of resetIt's the one day of the week I allow myself to sleep inno alarms blaring at 6amno need to jump out of bed and get readyinstead, a slow morningfilled with coffee, TV, reading and cuddles with the dogsa day of... Continue Reading →
I feel tired todayMy body begging me to take a breakeyes heavy, limbs gelatinMy brain pushing me to power throughdo this, do thatAn ongoing battle The internal struggle itself, drainingI wonder sometimesWhy we as humans are not allowed to restThe expectation for productivity every dayThe word lazy used as a slur When really we all... Continue Reading →
K.J Stafford 