December 2008
6 posts
Demise, unfolded.
I don’t want to know what happens from here, I want to run and put this all behind me. Your words have swallowed my thoughts entirely. The path ahead is surely dark and not promised. I don’t trust you- Please know that every word you speak in this moment is subject to scrutiny. Your sincerely insincere eyes are eating through my skin, I can feel you devouring my soul. You had to be...
Last Christmas letter to Momma
So this is my 24th Christmas morning with you. I’m sure the first was pretty amazing. I imagine Jessica running around overcome with excitement that Santa had truly come while she was sleeping, and you holding little tiny me wondering how time passed so quickly without us even knowing. I can only fathom all of your worries that year- How on Earth you would now take care of two of us, what we...
Me: Version two point oh.
I’m wondering just how this me is so different from the me that HE knew, the open book version that was me not so long ago. Different me. Unexposed me. I’ve removed my heart from my sleeve- I’ve locked it back up where it belongs, where it can not be damaged any further. It is comforting to know that this you cannot touch this new un-emotional me. I’m jumping under the...
Beautifully lost.
Lost in the still of the day, in the comfort of the day prior. I walk these avenues searching for reason although it seems only question unfolds in the path ahead. This infection of distrust has plagued my mind. I plead for indifference, sanity, but it seems that my pleading falls only upon deaf ears. My insecurities line up the street with man-eating grins painted on their lips to shake my...
This is nothing, take it for all that it isn't.
Much like the hollowed eyes of today’s cartoons, you look at me. I’m unfolding, opening up without conscious consent. This me, this you. Timely incompatible yet the yearning refuses to ease. I know the truth, I’m comfortable. Running, fast and far, without even moving an inch. Dreaming, far away I am. There and here, I’m scattered among you. You and this dream. I...
Present yourself.
Stranded, contently alone. Singularly single, temporarily. I am here, waiting on a hand to hold. Look back no further, I am the future. I am waiting for you to hold me, hold me for this entity of a lifetime. I love this feeling, this waiting. This anticipation. I’m antsy, just a little. Antsy because I know greatness is right around the corner. I can feel it. I can feel you, in my...