No Mans Land

I wrote a poem, maybe four days ago about the state of mind I am in.




No Mans Land
It’s humid and black
Enveloping reality with its deep purple veil and reveals nothing
The opening has dissolved into the black of the shadow,
And I’m in the middle
Still, as a hammock missing a playful breeze
Still as the night when the universe has found peace, nearly impossible in its state
I sit, awake nor a sleep
Awaiting the light to flood in, giving birth to fresh new prisms of light
Waiting for something to come into sight
It’s a no man’s land, clear in it’s dislocation
I’m in no man’s land,
Expecting the organic push of gravity to arrive any moment
When finally; Without a thought
It places me inside an untouched socket,
Until my keen eyes follow it, and claim it
The indissoluble future arrives, with new found haste
Faster then last moments decay in a young woman’s memory




Anyways, I am moving in tomorrow...slightly nervous and excited. Hope everyone's movies are going well.

Love Hannah