The first thing I noticed was that I was sad. The second thing I noticed was that I was sick. The third thing I noticed was that I was funny.
And now, time for a poem and some random feeling spilling! FICTION You appeared to be verisimilar Now you’re unfamiliar Even the exterior I couldn’t be wearier All the better Considering the weather I’ll put […]
DAYS ( I wrote this about nine years ago now but I still think it’s worth sharing despite its age. 19 year old me was a whole other animal) You are telling me it’s too […]
I often have a hard time keeping up with my “blog,” despite the fact that I consistently have numerous things to talk/write about. Motivation, circumstance, health, my chaotic life…it all muddles me up and I […]
(I feel like) Someone Else I used to think everything I ever felt Is out there being said better by somebody else Like I love my husband, but a little more when he’s my […]
He’d done this all before. He’d talk to the girls and boys, fathers and mothers. He’d get what he could and he’d eat them up. Like I said, he wasn’t a person and he was not human. He was something else. It was something much simpler than that
The crack in the walls made me visible again
In disbelief of it all, he was there
The lights were on, the camera rolling
You held it right where I was
I remember the first time I inquired about suicide, I was 7 or 8 years old. I still shared a room with my sister.
My diary from 2016 is one of the most disruptively sorrowful journals, filled with entries dedicated to fear.