“I spent the summer wishing for a storm to wash away our spring, but never stopped to think about what comes after the rain.”

I spent my summer melting, My autumn fearing another fall.   The new year was a blanket Of snow and cumbersome guilt.   A spring sun demanded I begin, But all of my roots were dead, My branches devoid of green.   So I wasted the Suns generosity; I still received it's light, But without … Continue reading “I spent the summer wishing for a storm to wash away our spring, but never stopped to think about what comes after the rain.”

“I saw you again last night, in my dreams. I knew it was a dream, but still…for the first time in weeks I felt warm…”

This body is rejecting me, slowly and slowly. My bones of collagen and calcium phosphate Feel the constant friction of running away. My once solid steps now falter, As if I am walking on sand. The only way I can move Is to burn it all into sharp glass. And so I am a fragile … Continue reading “I saw you again last night, in my dreams. I knew it was a dream, but still…for the first time in weeks I felt warm…”

“I gave you a world of words, not leaving myself a single letter. So now I am speechless, and you’re just drowning in alphabet soup.”

I wanted to take my time with each word I wrote for you. I wanted to be as deliberate as possible, so everything had to have the perfect amount of weight. When you would read my letter you’d be able to hear my voice, like I was lying right there beside you, You’d have no … Continue reading “I gave you a world of words, not leaving myself a single letter. So now I am speechless, and you’re just drowning in alphabet soup.”

He took the time between typing shaky lines to peak outside that office window, and wouldn’t you know, it was just wind and snow, but that white somehow felt like a clean slate.

Some people bruise really easily. My Mom is like that; she once just slipped walking up the stairs and her entire forearm was a mess of purple and red. I remember because I was about 9, and seeing that freaked me out. I was crying and screaming and running the the phone, ready to dial … Continue reading He took the time between typing shaky lines to peak outside that office window, and wouldn’t you know, it was just wind and snow, but that white somehow felt like a clean slate.

You can tell all the lies you want, pretend it never happened and try to live a normal life, but in the end you lost something you can’t replace nor get back, so sometimes okay isn’t an option.

Every step seems like the last one my body will allow me to take, even though my door can’t be more than a few feet from the furthest point of this cramped apartment. From end to end it’s a simple box with walls to create more boxes, and all of them are small and have … Continue reading You can tell all the lies you want, pretend it never happened and try to live a normal life, but in the end you lost something you can’t replace nor get back, so sometimes okay isn’t an option.

Fractals of light hook the eventide sky, their luster reflected across my line of sight by virtue of the dispersion of hydrogen, the scientific affair of your balmy days breaking through my numbing nights.

Walking, walking, walking...wall. Not a literal wall, just a person. Not just a person, a girl. Black hair on a round head, going just past her shoulders and straight down her back. A blue shirt with blue jeans. A soft blue for the shirt, like a sky right after it storms, the kind of blue … Continue reading Fractals of light hook the eventide sky, their luster reflected across my line of sight by virtue of the dispersion of hydrogen, the scientific affair of your balmy days breaking through my numbing nights.

I only wanted to call to say that I’m sorry, but I didn’t know what I’m supposed to be sorry for, and so I found myself saying goodbye before we ever had the chance to talk.

Have you ever found yourself leaning back in a chair so far that you fear you might just fall backwards and hit your head? Why lean so far back? Why keep pushing and pushing until you reach that ultimate tipping point, where gravity takes hold of you and forces you to accept physics as a … Continue reading I only wanted to call to say that I’m sorry, but I didn’t know what I’m supposed to be sorry for, and so I found myself saying goodbye before we ever had the chance to talk.