I went for a ride on my bike: the sun in my face, the smell of grass, the sounds brought by the wind. So many things rushing at me. What do I do with all of this? Then, a voice: Just remember it. Advertisements Continue reading 12/08/18
I don’t bleed like I used to.
The words don’t come out in floods, making puddles on the floor, splashing red onto the walls of the dark room – the crime scene where I was both the criminal and victim. I’ve become the victim of my inaction, unable to open up those old wounds and bleed again. Continue reading I Don’t Bleed Like I Used To
The city moves behind the glass. I ran again, chasing the light in the night. The world will still be here when I decide to come back. For now, I sojourn elsewhere. Between fiction and dreams. Continue reading Between Fiction and Dreams
I tried to go where words couldn’t find me, to fall into the arms of silence, to hide among the humming trees, to dissolve into the dreamless nights, to live under the pale blank skies.
But everywhere I went, they followed. Continue reading The Return to Words
I try to make myself feel alright, but it leaves me feeling empty. I’m full of holes I fill with faded visions and imaginary conversations; the things that come to haunt me in the short hours between one day and the next. I think I’m awake, but I’m stuck in a dream. The same sequence over and over again. You were there for a while. … Continue reading Bedtime Stories
once upon a time I built us a world far away from yesterday’s broken pieces and the blurry visions of tomorrow I lived in it alone when you were there I never found the right ways to react that night you were a thunderstorm and I never made a sound stars disappeared from our sky I was back where I started the story never happened … Continue reading I Built Us a World
Sometimes I crave being alone. Me and my thoughts and no questions from anyone. Sometimes I get sick of this loneliness. This sadness too heavy to carry. These nights I spend spinning stories. Sometimes I get sick of the distance. The walls. My silence. Red lights were flashing, but I turned my head. Too tired of being careful, I made myself vulnerable instead. I let … Continue reading I Let You
Between the fireworks and the champagne, the noise and the smoke, I get a little too honest. Suddenly terrified that if I don’t get it out now, I might never speak again. My words roll out. Not exactly the way I want them to sound. Unpolished. Unsteady. But right now, I don’t care. I don’t care who hears me. I don’t care if I’m vulnerable. … Continue reading Fireworks
I wish to be seen. My insides, the things I’ve deemed ugly and kept hidden from sight. If I could learn how, I’d let the thunder break out with every word that leaves my mouth. I will not be quiet this time. I’ll shake the earth and bring the oceans to your feet. I’ll show you how I bleed. My truth onto the page and into the world. The universe in me finally set … Continue reading The Universe in Me
I exist in this cold night and the sounds of the wind. The moon peeking from behind the trees, the Christmas lights, the stars and the clear sky. Unseen, I walk these streets and steal glances inside windows. Cake, wine and lazy talks by the fire. How can my heart be so full and yet so incomplete? Maybe it’s getting old. Maybe it’s trying too … Continue reading Cold Night