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”
When the light is dim, all weak and frail It tells us the very outline, I hear Whether it's a man, a hound or a fly Someone who knocks to enter my lair But they say the brightness shows it all The colour the shade the love and hate The hound that stood, the man… Continue reading The Light The Dark
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.
It took a while to understand And a while to know The road I went on Was never mine to go It took a while to look And a while to see The person you just buried Was someone I used to be I went on this path With a flower held to heart The… Continue reading Now, but never again
It felt as if someone ripped my heart out and left the wires hanging in there. I could feel the electricity crackling as the pain spread through my arm to my back, pinning me onto the bed. I wish I could scream. I wish I could tear away the pain but it spread everywhere. It… Continue reading Never knew my heart was attached to wires
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?
The living come with grassy tread … Continue reading In a Disused Graveyard