She was a ghost in her own mind
Invisible to herself and her others
She was alone in her own time
Unaware of the spaces beyond her confinement
My mind has been splintered
Wisps in the wind
Shattering against your breath
The long winter pulls at me to sleep
Buries me in the clouds
To forget the sound of the alarm
It is time…
A 2nd bonus post for missing my typical Thursday publication. Been without internet or a laptop for over a month…so ya. Posting with my phone. Yay.
Lamb chops braised in red wine and garlic, with a sprig of rosemary, portobello mushrooms and red pepper.