(Have been sick and getting over it the last week or so, as well as being busy as all heck. When I was stuck in bed for a few days, I felt pretty helpless and went through a depressed moment. Haven't felt super inspired lately, but here's a very short piece I wrote when I was under the weather.)
There is a mote behind a door, waiting to push its way through
With every opportunity
Selective moments
Awaiting love to be grasped
Desperate in a desolate space and alone
~Tina Meeks
