It’s especially hard on days like these. It’s especially hard when you’re backed into a corner in a wide open space. When you’re sitting at a table with plenty of delicious food, but no matter how badly you want to, you can neither move your arms nor your head. When you try to avert your […]Read more "All of this is here to stay"
I am trapped inside a garden. The roses have withered and died, yet the thorns still prick me. I still bend the twigs into a whip and then they hit me. The thoughts. All the institutionalized patterns of guilt, humility and hubris. Weird cocktail? That may be, but it’s laced with so much sugar it […]Read more "(Over-)thinking is lethal"
Objects are closer than they appear. A rearview mirror is a funny thing. Blinding when the sunlight hits the glass just so. A shadow of what you have left behind and a warning of what is yet to come, also. The angle depends on your setting. Your setting depends on your general situation. As does […]Read more "Rearview"
She’s in a different time zone, you say? What does it matter, I love her both night and day. She’s in a different career, different phase, different world? Have you ever seen a dessert that didn’t look more enticing swirled? But the age, the nationality, the different upbringing? I know what’ll drown out that noise: […]Read more "Alex"
Hotter than hell is the furnace in which church bells are made. The knell tolls, a wedding is announced, and at the beginning there’s always fire. Oh, when I used to think my life was too cushy to ever be great. My constitution has weakened, the liver is beaten, the situation is dire. Flower petals […]Read more "Funeral march"
Why do I wear my heart on my sleeve for daws to peck at, you ask? Well, there’s no room in my chest, for there is the crows’ nest. To feed the young ones, how about nerves and and the occasional tendon? My eyes are so glassy, they’d be a window to – yes, what? […]Read more "Macabre"
In this day and age you can’t really be gone. You’re never really unreachable. Nothing is ever far away. Is there a place where I can just melt without someone throwing ice at me? Is there a crack I can fall through without a safety net underneath? Stop trying to help me, I want my […]Read more "It”s been like that for a while"