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sigh and sigh and sigh again.
I don’t want to cry. No, this time I really don’t. I’d rather dissect. Specifically the why. It is so stupid, truly, to care about people. They let you…
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but never to grow
It is a shame. A shame that I cannot yell and shout and lament a person, place or thing. It is a shame to be sad and angry…
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Symptomatic
I find myself grieving a feeling that I didn’t think myself at risk of losing. Now, it may not yet be lost just yet. I could perhaps still…
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first admission
At times, she owns the air. She owns his clothes. She owns his tongue and she owns his urges. He has had little say in this new ownership…
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i want to cry.
I want to tell every person I am leaving how much they mean to me and at the same time I know I will never find the time,…
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so what’s ya story?
This one is more self-titled than others. It’s a question to myself and anyone reading. Books are stories and we all have stories. If we all have stories,…
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follow your feet
I woke up sad today and so I took a walk. It was a long walk and it did not have any clear objective. I avoided places I…
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ask for directions
No, he knows where he is going and what he is looking for. Probably. Maybe. Don’t worry, he’ll let you know if he needs something. It always will…
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hopeful?
The shelves fill me with reminders of how little I know. The aura of a thousand pages swims around my head. It leaks in through each sense: the…
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morning
the sidewalk lies flat, waiting for the beat of footsteps. the road waits for the roll of wheels the lights wait for the opportunity to tell both the…
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