“Why did you start doing this?” “I guess I wanted to say something” “So say it.” “I don’t know how.” “What changed?” “I wanted to tell them… Read more “A Conversation “
Tag: Writing
My Dearest Maria
As I wake up, I’m on the floor in my room. I can’t remember how I got there. There’s a slight pain in my back so maybe… Read more “My Dearest Maria”
Runnin’ through town
Like a manic, like a clown I was running for life all through town. What the chaser did not know, slithering throat here now is my fun.… Read more “Runnin’ through town”
Hopefully that’ll be enough
I loved you today. Your hair was a mess and your eyes were unfocused and you pulled me closer. I loved you yesterday. Your hair was flatter… Read more “Hopefully that’ll be enough”
So it goes
I wanted to tell you that you weren’t alone, and that it would get better. All those things you’re supposed to say at three in the morning when… Read more “So it goes”
Would it make a difference?
What if we didn’t love the wrong people during the holidays? What if we let people in, instead of shutting them out? What if we realized how… Read more “Would it make a difference?”
Not my responsibility, but
“It’s not your responsibility.”, my mother tells me as I talk to him at one o’clock in the morning, trying to calm him down in an anxiety… Read more “Not my responsibility, but”
Happiness and Him
What I did know, truly and fully, was him next to me, his face against my own. The music he was listening to was way too loud,… Read more “Happiness and Him”
Words In My Mind
A wind came along hurling words in my mind, now I’m drumming the pen on the paper. Scared of what now may leak if I get it… Read more “Words In My Mind”
Just Lack of Light
It was dark yesterday. Maybe that’s something to be expected on a Saturday in the city. The sun wasn’t shining. It was past midnight when you went… Read more “Just Lack of Light”
Little Pocket Journal 