Reaching Back

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

Through A Mist

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. 

Eyes, Skies, Lies

  It's okay if you feel like these are just words on a screen, and if that obscures the obscene from your mental regime than I cannot fault your resolve and try to topple your walls, if it's somethin strange in your neighborhood and you don't call Ghostbusters than I'm not sure we can really… Continue reading Eyes, Skies, Lies

What I Really Meant To Say

I meant to say, I love you, Mom. I was eleven and lying on the living room floor, and she was falling apart. Crying about life, about the difficulty dealing with my youngest brother. She poured out her heart, and then she had to go.  "I love you," she sobbed.  "Bye." The cold cruelty in… Continue reading What I Really Meant To Say