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journal twenty-two.

I am a busy body. I’m used to it that way, constantly finding things to do, not wanting to waste time. Except, it’s not really like that. It’s a fear of what happens when time slows down. When I’m not busy, when I’m left to my own thoughts and devices. That is when Loneliness creepsContinue reading “journal twenty-two.”

journal twenty-one.

Everything is all about perception, and looking out at the water lying just beyond the cliff’s edge, the world seemed to blend. It was just one step away, not a drop down, and what’s a step to be scared of?

journal twenty.

Yes, I confess — I’m a little self obsessed. But aren’t we all? And if not, isn’t it good to be? To pass by your reflection and think that you really are that person? See yourself and know that you’re becoming, or have the potential to become, everything you want to achieve? To set factsContinue reading “journal twenty.”

journal eighteen.

you look so hard now, like walking down the street, you couldn’t dare look aglow doing a lot of drugs now? night bleeds into new night, you’ve got no will to say no. thrill seeking for ragers now? helps numb denial—you last saw daylight how many months ago? final thought of you leaves my mindContinue reading “journal eighteen.”

journal seventeen.

Isn’t it gratifying? To hear the words they say? The praises they sing? Who are you trying to kid? We all know. You care what they think. But how could you not. Children, we were born this way, fingers scrolling on digital screens. We don’t touch grass anymore. We watch it, behind a sheet. WeContinue reading “journal seventeen.”

journal fourteen.

I cannot wait for the day My daughter is born When she gets a bit older and says I know, mom She’s quite confident, too I’ve heard it all before is expressed I’ll smile her way Pull her close and reply Of course you do, my love But to myself, I’ll think Sweet child ofContinue reading “journal fourteen.”

journal three.

Today, I am finally flying, and when I tell you I am on the brink of shedding some tears, I promise you they are nothing but happy ones. The sky is so beautiful. More beautiful than I remember. I feel like I can touch the clouds; I mean, I am. I am moving through themContinue reading “journal three.”

drugs ruled everything around me.

The sun had long since set as I pulled up to my driveway, to a building that nursed my childhood but now contained a better part of vacancy, most rooms not having had seen life for months on end. Over the past couple years, days had become a routine from my bedroom to the kitchenContinue reading “drugs ruled everything around me.”