I wish I could tell you that it goes away, that it gets better, that you'll get over it.
I saw him. He held a razor to his wrist, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. He kept whispering, "Just do it. Just do it. Just do it." I saw him, trying to convince himself to cut his life off, and I had no idea how to stop him, or if I should try. When… Continue reading Reaching Back
Belief has borrowed flavors, and we taste the memories of what has never come.
i want to run away, To stay, And I can't find the way, No method in my mind To leave this behind, The traps that I find I want to go home Too tired to roam I left a feeling alone And never touched it, But now It's reaching me, It's begging and beseeching me… Continue reading A Miss Before Flying
There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost.
when we were kids we would play and laugh and it never mattered if we got hurt because we were going to live forever