To realise these emotions as there will come a day and I will not feel a thing. I felt sadness over something that shouldn’t have had power over me.
The thorns on black roses were in barren waist land. Rolling thunder on our destination became blurred. No eye contact walking warily wayward down the street.
The clouds in a storm buying peace may be clarity, observed from within. The surrounding black colours have turned to silver. a lining has been revealed.
Your name my feelings. This is not my confession of how enchanting you were to me, It’s me just realising that somehow you can make a beautiful world look a little messed up and somehow that excites me.
Shannon Woodward 2020