How will it end? This journey I'm on. So many variables. So many influences. So many people in my life. Close and distant. What is this journey? Why is it? Where is it going? What's the what? How's the how? Such a mystery. Does the journey mean life? Does it mean what's going on now? … Continue reading On Ending…
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
It's easier to forget why we're all here. Well that's not quite fair. We're all here for various reasons I suppose. The many of us who are parents usually claim we're here to make the world a better place for our children. To give them what we couldn't have, whether that is materially, spiritually, morally, … Continue reading Our Present
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
Do you remember your first real friend? The one who you couldn't wait to see? The one who you cycled, laughed, ran, got into trouble with? That bond was so strong. You were so young, and of course, so cool. There were others in the group, but he was your bestie. Do you remember your … Continue reading Remember?
I’m staring at the clock. As I watch, time ticks by so slowly, minutes feeling like hours. Moving in a sloth-like manner. It must be just my perception. The clock is working just fine. When I look away, the hours seem to fly by. I don’t know why I’m still staring. She left hours ago. … Continue reading Clocks