I want to fall, to dissolve past the point of no return. Continue reading collapse
Words. I keep them locked inside my head, where they multiply and grow. They never stop. My thoughts – dark clouds and smoke, thick enough to make me choke. I think, and through the words I birth I bring myself to tears. Continue reading A Somewhere Safe
The shadows move across the wall and I must follow. Continue reading Following the Shadows
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
I’m tired of chasing you in my thoughts. Night after night you escape, melting into the shadows, and I’m left gasping for oxygen. The faint breath that keeps me here keeps me from finding you. If I could reach through the fog and grab onto something, the barriers would fall and I would stand strong. I’d be the one you run to. We’re always running … Continue reading Save
I produced too many dreams. More hungry dreams than I could feed. More hasty dreams than could be fulfilled before their use-by date. What a shame… Once vibrant, spinning, full of life—now they lie withered, motionless and dying. Dying, ’cause I let them. Death was always their fate. Continue reading Expired Dreams