The thing about change is that, whenever you’re ready, it just… happens. All on it’s own. No one needs to shame you into doing it. You simply roll out of bed one day, and somehow, maybe because of a lucid dream, or that expired casserole you ate last night, you’re now… different.
Once you get to that place there’s no going back.
That’s what happened to me, anyways.
It’d been a long year of fai...
“Hello…” she called out.
She pressed her forehead against the little glass window in the door. It was foggy from the cold air and impossible to see through. She banged her fist against the door’s oak, “is anybody home?”
Someone pulled back the door, sticking only their head out. Nosey, and looking for a clue in the background, she looked straight past them. She could see only an old staircase co...
It’s been years since I’ve attempted this, you know, whole blue collar thing. I’ve made great love to the pay checks of many a man with a 9 to 5, but holding one down myself has proven to be a bit of a challenge. And today is a perfect example.
I threw my legs out of bed and reached for the bottle of antidepressants at my bedside. I considered taking an extra pill but these little bundles of forc...
December 29th…
When I woke up, the sun was already setting.
I have a bad habit of destroying my sleep schedule any time I’m depressed. Plus, I rarely have anywhere I need to be. There’s no sense of urgency in my life. I don’t work a regular job, I’m estranged from my family, I don’t have any children yet. It sounds peaceful, but some days the loneliness gets the best of me.
I’ve had to make a f...
“Then… it begins,” he said, reaching into his backpack.
“What begins?” I asked, my eyes not leaving him even to blink.
“Our story…” he answered, then he turned around with speed, reached for my throat and held a knife strong against my cheek.
The initial wave of adrenaline spiked through my body and fell short very fast. The calmness that washes over me in life or death situations has always fr...
Leaving does not come naturally to me.
Abandonment has long been a lonely friend of mine. Or maybe more of an enemy that I kept close.
My heart is sore in every way.
This feeling might kill me. I know that it will kill you too, and you will think that I’m immune, but love is not something that comes with a flu shot.
Love is not something that dies at the door you walk through when you leave...
Unique but not beautiful. For to be beautiful is not to be unique.
A big nose that stretches further than my lies do. I am no Pinocchio, but I am unique. To be a liar is not to be Pinocchio. But to have a nose longer than my lies means I leave a queasy feeling in the stomach of onlookers.
Eyes, they distract from a scan to the floor, but will it be enough? Am I enough? Am I lovable, if unsightly...
