The wind crashes
Like the waves of the ocean
Onto my bedroom window
The mosquito buzzes
Into my ear
I’m wide awake, suddenly
I screw on my headlight tight
So I can write
Can I sleep?
Will I sleep?
Should I sleep?
Or should I keep on scribbling non-sense
Until I turn myself off
Like the bulb of my lamp
The heat of my stove
And the rumbling of my fridge
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Published by Claire M
I am an adventurer and seeker of truths at heart.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am unable to solely hold one passion dear to my heart, but many. I am passionately curious and endlessly thirsty for clarity. I am drawn to animal care & rescue, humanitarian & environmental pursuits, but also the arts, literature, films, music, dance, spirituality and psychology.
I continue my journey as an observer, a thinker, a photographer, a writer, a poet, and a traveller.
I currently reside in the foothills of Alberta, Canada.
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