Moleskine Pages - Knock Knock

She stole my afterbirth before I was a minute old. She left me out in the cold with no way back in. She was never able to discern my cries nor bear my presence without complaint. She even chased my blue birds away.

Moleskine Pages- Demons

She smiled knowing her demons were right behind her, laughing at her, holding the blue birds of her happiness captive. She could live without fear if only she could give up on those bloody birds.

Moleskine Pages - Casual childbirth

Falling in love with inanimate objects is something I do all the time, not in a romantic way, but I love things! They don't have to be valuable, beautiful or useful either. But this isn't about me, It's about some who deliberately (possibly unconsciously) fall in love with the unattainable. They can then justify their disappointment and misery. The casual childbirth slipped in because I had the television on while I was doing this and the program about women who give birth without ever knowing they were pregnant. There may be deeper meanings that will filter up eventually but for the moment that's it!

Moleskine Diary pages Dec 2011 - We Sang The Dawn