my sudden and undeniable desire to burn it all down, burn it all until the flames consume all that has ever been, just to see the light reflect in your eyes.
Balance is the eye of the storm, and remembering the wind.
I don't know you, and I don't know how you have chosen, and with all due respect, I don't give a damn what you choose.
I hope that you are reading this and hearing my voice, as though we're together, not being interrupted by the kids, just your mind and mine. My voice and your heart.
When I walked through the door, I saw her. I was briefly angry at my mother for having her there. I was 22 years old and I didn't want to deal with a bullshit set-up. When I saw her, my anger left. I became nervous, and the next three seconds stretched into forever. Her eyes … Continue reading Too Much
The sunlight through the clear stone was warm. The cub moved the stone side-to-side and watched the light change color. Red, yellow, green, blue, the cub lay on his side and pushed the stone with his paws. As the light turned yellow again, the cub heard something from above. Looking up into the trees around … Continue reading Glass & Gale pt IV
We will remember the troubles, a little. We will remember the triumphs, a lot.
I have a sister I've not met. We know each other through words on a screen and the occasional photo. We are close to the same age but have lived wildly different lives. She is the person behind Our Lady Of Lust And Grace http://www.ourladyoflustandgrace.com On Facebook, and her blog is the first I ever … Continue reading Why Life Hurts