06-02-2012

This tired upholstery is no match for these tired eyes. 
Street lamps with amber halos race past, silently. Here am I - looking outside, inside this rattling tin can.
It's already tomorrow but I'm not finished with today. 
Pull the emergency brake - let's have a sudden stop!


Stella Bighair Copyright © 2012

01-01-2012

Now I watch the shadows, they dance on the white washed walls of this tiny room.

Tonight I'm a shadow boxer, fighting something I may never defeat. 

The windows are wide open to welcome in the cold that keeps me alive.

I ponder the year ahead with fists tight and my right hook ready.

Can we get lost among our daydreams? I hope so. 

To be lost means there is a chance we might be found.

Stella Bighair Copyright © 2012