only not this month. I’m struggling to share words that are meaningful. Even speaking them is hard. I have too much sadness. It’s overshadowing everything.
only not this month. I’m struggling to share words that are meaningful. Even speaking them is hard. I have too much sadness. It’s overshadowing everything.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The wee lass jumped so hard at the sound of his voice that she banged her head against the low hanging ceiling. He only felt a little bad. If he hadn’t suspected what she was up to, she’d be knee deep in a mess now. Humans. So …
Sometimes we need gentle reminders that we are still human. Today that reminder came to me in the form of overwhelming grief. It was okay. I lived. I’ll live if it happens again. Because grief is human. And it reminds us that we get very little say in when we will be taken from this …
It had started out as a Very Good Day. Her eyeliner went in without smudging, the cats had not puked on anything in the night, her coffee brewed perfectly dark and perfectly hot and the walk to the bus stop, although bitingly cold, was under a sky so blue and a sun so bright she …
Ive been sitting on a problem for a few months now. Maybe since…November? I don’t know really. It’s a thing that started and I don’t know when it started just that it did. It’s not a secret I play the Roller Derby. Proof? Anyway. I’ve been doing this long enough that I’ve had …
Struggling to find a voice inside all these words. I think I might have some peace of mind if I could write down half of what I’m thinking. Like examining friendship and relationships with other adults. That takes up an enormous amount of time in my brain. I finally put some of it into words …
She grabbed his hand and pulled her in close. She knew it would be okay in that moment; that despite everything keeping them apart, he was with her. A piece of her. She’d bitten off more than she could chew. He was more male than she had known a man could be. Virile. Protective. Man. …
I wrote today. Not here. And I’m so tired I just used the word “slidden” as in “your phone had slidden under the pillow” Goodnight.
I feel so bad for this kid. I mean, this is a fucked up sit for the best of us, he’s just a poor kid stuck with us. The Intel that box maker picked up looks to be panning out. Not sure it’s s good thing to head south or not, but fuck, im curious. …
a party
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 