Balderdash Thoughts, Incidents

“It was not so much that he was shut out, but that she was trapped inside”

SO my friend sends me sends me an audio message this morning about how de-sensitized he thinks he has become for a period of time, how disconnected from everything and distant from everyone. I listen to the message, my upper lip curls and look around for a while. I don't remember the last time I… Continue reading “It was not so much that he was shut out, but that she was trapped inside”

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Balderdash Thoughts

Relieved is a strange thing to say – you really don’t feel that.

I am sitting on the stairs at my Uncle's huge place. Feeling the light coming through the glass pane windows. I like it here. The damp smell, the empty house. Mom's out. Sometimes I wish she didn't have to do all the chores and I could do it for her but then.. we are two distant… Continue reading Relieved is a strange thing to say – you really don’t feel that.

Balderdash Thoughts, Medicine: Year 2

For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

Apple green and light blue. Simple colours that light me up. Brown wet hair blowing dry in winds and that sun warming everything up. It's Sunday. That ball of light was up. I watched it the whole day, until it sank behind the trees I am not friends with Sometimes, everything seems oddly at peace.… Continue reading For what is it to die, But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?

Short Stories

Sometimes, no matter how much faith we have, we lose people. But you never forget them. And sometimes, it’s those memories that give us the faith to go on

Night or early day, I know not. My eyes flew open as the stab settled in No, Lord NO! I knew the pain that would take over, starting from the shoulder blades down to the arm, now the ribs too. Clutching my teeth shut I sped to the kitchen. No, God, no. Popped the pills… Continue reading Sometimes, no matter how much faith we have, we lose people. But you never forget them. And sometimes, it’s those memories that give us the faith to go on

Postaweek2011, Short Stories

Grave of the Fireflies

My house was burning And I sat. Sat overwhelmed. Sat numb and pale. I just sat there. Sat watching everything burned away. I saw Dad's picture eaten up by dancing yellow and orange flames. I saw Mom's ornaments smashed on the hard floors. I saw the tablecloth I made last month stained with blood of… Continue reading Grave of the Fireflies

Short Stories

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it

It is a strange day. It is a stranger me. The thoughts, the feelings the perceptions are all new.. And all so strange. I lie here, oh yes I do. On a soft bed under a soft quilt. Head resting on a soft pillow. Every part of my body pains. There are places of unknown… Continue reading A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it