She came to meThe youthful agony, turning fast => warmth => gone againWith sibling again. Playing. Laughing. Joking.Joyful, cheerful voices.Background spring noise.Mom observing all.The "all worth it" moments.Some days there are none.Today has been great.Despite other parts of the world disintegrating into dust.Health. Finances. Futures.This moment is everything. For now."Hello" "Hey kids" "Dinner time" "I … Continue reading Too Fast My Love. Too Fast
She sat in the café waiting for him to arrive. This was the exciting yet nerve wracking moment that it all hinged on. She was usually nervous until they were lying together. Then she was in her comfort zone. She had a dominant personality that strong men found challenging, and quieter men found fascinating. Either … Continue reading Tinderbox
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