I look at pictures of my grandparents. They were all alive when I was born. They died when I was five, sense, ten, and sixteen. My grandfathers proceeded my grandmothers. I have a few hazy memories of the men. A little more of my material grandmother. I truly remember my paternal grandmother. I don't miss … Continue reading Ashes to Ashes..
[I really want to post a picture of Adam here, but that's just a tad stalkery] I am so frustrated. I went on a date (ish) yesterday. How can you go on a date-ish? Well I did. Let's call the gentleman in question Adam. His name begins with 'A' but he's Indian. So his name … Continue reading Adam
I woke up some minutes ago. I'm sure how many minutes ago. It is difficult, impossible, to measure the passage of time. It is pitch black.; I am unable to see anything. I wrap my right hand around my left wrist. It is gone. The watch Samuel gave me for my birthday two years ago. … Continue reading Dead on Arrival
I look. Page after page. Unaware. Why is my eye drawn as it is? Although skin deep, skin is a factor. Maybe the factor. Hair. Eyes. Smiles. Respect. Calm. Personality. Humor. Have I found a secret - illusive to others? Am I the one who is free? Though not eternal. Brief. Fleeting. Never can be. … Continue reading भारतीय
It's fucking gone. I want to write. About something. About anything. I can't. Over several weeks - I can't. Please help. Give it back. I sit in Starbucks crying. Crying for it. I need it. It's all I have. It's how I get out of my brain. Coffee and tablets assisting. Life has been falling … Continue reading Lonely
Glide your fingers along my arm. It makes me shiver and smile. My short, soft, barely-visible hairs stand on end. Caress the length from elbow to wrist, over and over. Touch my lips. Send electricity through them. Make me laugh with the sensation. Place your index and middle fingers on your lips, then mine, showing … Continue reading Love
Hi mommy. Can you feel me? I'm your little baby. You are keeping me safe and warm. You nourish me through the lifeline of the cord. I love you. I do not know you. I know inside of you. A place no one else can know. I hear your heartbeat. Your muffled voice. Telling me … Continue reading Deliver Me