Monthly Archives: July 2021
Take me in and dry the rain
I have been avoiding writing. More aptly, avoiding myself. It hurts to be with myself right now. As always, I feel like a small child trapped in an adult life. There are so many beautiful things about it but I … Continue reading
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of memories and times when life was something to be had. If I could be a fun person, I would be. If I could enjoy every moment of it, I would do it. I would eat it all … Continue reading
I look to you and I see nothing. I look to you to see the truth.
There are holes in my memory. For all the troubling things I remember about my childhood, what may be more troubling are the things I don’t remember. Chunks and pieces that don’t exist. Maybe they never existed at all. Maybe … Continue reading
There ain’t nobody left. Why can’t I catch my breath?
When I was growing up I had the same best friend from grades 1 through 8. You could have said we were two halves of one whole – we were that tight. I guess you could say, we got each … Continue reading
As it takes its hold, and it won’t let you go
I have stayed away from writing, partially because I had family staying with me and partially because I feel I have nothing of substance to say and partially because I have not had the energy. Family came and went, and … Continue reading
Never trusted tomorrow
I am still here, I just can’t write right now. Maybe when my home is my home again. Maybe when my restless legs calm down.