I settle my days filling stories in my bag and poems in my lap. I settle my days painting the canvas Orange like the sky I didn't get to witness. I am trying hard to find words To fill in pages of my diaries And each episode, Is just unsettling. So I settle my days Scribbling pages of my diary Till it looks like a frame That holds a picture of my brain. Crumpled up, lying everywhere And every time I take a look at it I just become more aware with how messier things are. Both the worlds, the one in my head and the one outside of it. Both are scaring me. 🙃 Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSstitchonpic1744 is out! Stitch your words on this beautiful bg.
