Category: gone

Flowers in the attic where do you hide!

The feeling creeps in slowly.
Panic, as I flip through once, twice, three times. I search the normal places, beside  the bed, the couch, at the top of the stairs, by the window in the kitchen next to the heater, the window that shows me the sun as he wakes and the moon as she wakes. It’s not there and not even the sparkling stars in the clear skies can make me feel better. I search inside bags and tucked beneath the mattress, I pull out the bed and feel my heart sink, my eyes prickle and for a moment I question my sanity. What if. What if I didn’t own that book, what if I just borrowed it, that would certainly make sense and suddenly it feels like my world is crashing, I just want to read the book, now, I search some more determined to be sure that the book is at least not here. Emptiness envelopes around me, darkness falls upon my heart, I feel a great void where a story should be, not any story and certainly not a recall from the many times I have read it before, a void created through the lack of pages to turn, the lack of worn out paper in my hands. The emptiness has become me.

Karen Hayward 2015. ©

My heart beats for the moments regret,
For those thoughts i could not forget.
Breaking away,
for the words i didn’t say.

Karen Hayward (©2015.)

WordPress update…thanks for that!

So, wordpress updated on my phone somewhere between then and now. I like it. It all feels very fresh and very easy to access, now. But ten minutes ago I could have screamed at it. I searched everywhere to try to figure out how to write a post…everywhere. And the entire time there was this really annoying orange bubble, jist floating there getting in my way…twenty minutes it took me, twenty minutes lost to the world of confusion, twenty minutes to realise that the orange bubble was actually the pen symbol for writing a post…grrrr think it’s gonna be one of those days!!!