I open the door, and I see the lake. All my lives ripple along the water. What could have been. What could still be. I do not know what to choose. I do not know how to make what I choose real. Sometimes it's just nice to look. To daydream, see what makes my heart … Continue reading Choices, Choices
Category: Prose
Finding Catharsis
All is dark, except for the neon spider silk that streaks across the sky. All is silent, except the roars that reverberate through the trees, through the earth. Through your bones, through your heartbeat. Still you run. The clouds burst and weep, soaking. Cleansing. Almost there. Almost there. A little further. You make it. … Continue reading Finding Catharsis
The Exhale
April 9, 2020 I can almost imagine what it would feel like. The wood panels, dusty but strong, under my hands. The light, streaming in from wide windows. The rustle of leaves, the chatter of birds, the sounds of life equal parts isolating and welcoming. To my mind, it would feel… like an exhale. A … Continue reading The Exhale
For Keeps
June 13, 2019 This is yours to keep. This moment, soon-to-be memory, soon-to-be faded dream. This caress of words, so soft you might break. This whisper of touch, so loud your voice shakes. This weight. Not burden, just the knowing: you’re safe. It cannot last. Fear will creep. Reality seeps. Present gently wars with future … Continue reading For Keeps
Life is a hypocrite. A liar, a cheat. A tease, a bully. A carrot-dangler. A lover of never-ending cycles. Why? To see who is brave enough to call it out. To see who is smart enough to catch it in its lies. To see who is strong enough to stand up to it. To see … Continue reading
(I don’t seem to be taking this very well.) It must not agree with me. Maybe I’m allergic. Or intolerant. There is a difference, you know. Maybe I should just surrender to it and let it swallow me whole. The best way out is through, as the mysterious “they” say. (Who are “they”? Hey! Can … Continue reading
She lays in bed, an arm by her side, the other lightly draped over her stomach. Her eyes stare without seeing at the ceiling, until it all goes dark and she remembers to blink. Thoughts drift through her head, but nothing of substance, of meaning. Random insignificant memories, snippets of songs, images that hold no … Continue reading
Let the wind attack your face and tear at your hair, its high-pitched screams whistling in your ears. Watch the world rush past you, on your sides, simultaneously rising up to meet you as you move towards it down below. Don’t worry about hitting the ground. For now, you’re flying. Feel the adrenaline rush through … Continue reading
Dancing around the elephant in the room
Your eyes do not lie. Nor do your lips or fingers, really, but they aren’t exactly telling the truth either. Minute twisting of everyday words. “I’m fine” in every variation yet none of them quite touching upon the sadness and lost look in your eyes. They meet mine as well as they can. They know … Continue reading Dancing around the elephant in the room
