Blue Sun

Posted on by Catrina Sophia

27 degrees.
The sun is finally here.
British love.
The rush of the masses float in the air like heat from a fire.
Like a stream racing to the sea.
Me.
Restless energy.
Missing a beat.
Incomplete.
Anti climaxing.

One day I’ll figure out why the sun and I cannot share a stage…

– Come see me in the afternoon 

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Published by Catrina Sophia

I keep on meeting myself over and over again. Each time is different. I write for clarity but most times it is when I feel like clarity has been achieved. Most people who encounter me will say that I have a beautiful way with words. I’m inclined to say that words have a beautiful way with me.