I started a new journal the other day and was freewriting when this poem came. When I’m plugged into the Cosmic Signal, I never know what’s going to bubble to the surface or who’s going to speak.
Ebb and Flow
Already spinning lies, I enter you.
Outside, the world floods with tears
as you open your carefully crafted eyes,
seeing only what you want to see.
We ebb and flow, ignorant of love.