White flowers and coffee


When your blood starts beating slowly, you know it’s time to turn.

Your breath becomes heavy, exhausting. Your steps drag your shadow, you can no longer fix your eyes.

Loneliness… forsaken.

Maybe… you need someone to read you a story while you’re trying to hide.

Perhaps… white flowers and coffee.

Once red and wine.

Now one more step back,

Curling up in velvet thoughts,

As real as your obsessions, memories, and fears.

Close your eyes, come, you’re exhausted, no more fight.

Let me silence your mind.

I’m Mar.
Head of The Bold Mom.
Promoter and compulsive thinker.

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