In the corner store, 3501, is where I found him this time. Hunched over his desk in the same place I left him, cold, but responsive; it’s happened again. I dropped my bag at the front door and began to clean up the mess he had made, picking up the bottles strewn...
I will not be forgotten. Sitting here I demand this, will myself not to be matched by insanity, to not let doubt seep into my pores and crush my spirit. I will love and be loved, wholeheartedly understanding that pain will often come, but that pain will remind me of...
They say there is a time in the middle of the night called the magic hour. It’s the hour when the night owls are already asleep, but the early risers have yet to wake. Magic hours, empty vessels of the morning. We pass them by, daily in fact, dreaming old old...
It has been 60 days. 60 days of turmoil and cotton brain and almost nothing coming to fruition. It had been a hundred days before that of hustle and bustle, of things coming together, of the air being electric. The storm has died, and although I cursed it’s...
In the darkness we covet, heavy breathing the last seconds by telling each other promises. You told me you would build us a house full of flowers that would come to the door in your hand and bathe me in the scent of roses. You said that we were in love forever, you...
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