NaPoWriMo Day 8
It is what it is Years flow together waiting for a thing to begin. After creamy, spicy, salty mouthfuls were swallowed, the Avocado seed waited on the window sill in a glass of water, gestating. The parallels of our existence didn’t go unnoticed. Waiting was our life, waiting for our hormones to get things done, for a bit of matter to make itself known. Deep within us nothing moved while the world around us continued to turn. Other plants grew and greened, other children cried and crawled, but we stayed inwardly still, while outwardly in motion. One day, I let … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 8
