Thoughts are spiraling
asteroids plummet toward me —
no one notices.
Month: October 2021
Haiku 1766
Cars are passing by
I think of potential homes
but instead I sleep.
Haiku 1765
Rational word choice
burns up in the atmosphere
of endless thinking.
Haiku 1764
“Search for the beauty”
I look but all that I see
are wilted flowers.
Haiku 1763
Sometimes I don’t know
when words are building a home
or starting house fires.