Contains all that makes me think or brood.
Locked away in a cage with bars made of blood and words, I can’t draw in a full breath nor exhale totally, chest restricted by an invisible band that twists tighter and tighter the more I fight against it. Alone… Read More »The Lies We Tell Ourselves
It’s amazing how much people need to be needed. When a person’s usefulness is brutally stripped away, it almost hurts to exist. It does hurt. Eyes with no owner watch with derision and mock every step made. No use to… Read More »Useless Things
How must it be to live life not knowing there were wings upon your back? Never used, never stretched, withered and atrophied over a lifetime of unuse. It aches to think of them, so think of them I do not.… Read More »Those Wings Upon My Back
Why we are put on this green earth is a question we may never know the answer to. Not all of us, at any rate. Some people find themselves faster than others, find themselves where they’re supposed to be faster… Read More »No Later