Neon signs blink through the night. There are so many of them. Screaming at me without a tone. Calling for a certain decision to be made. One that might be drowned out in the end. *** They burn cold. Bringing me no comfort. Only of what to do or not do. No actual promises given.…

So many want themselves or others to be immortal. To watch the seasons pass without care. To have the anxiety fall away. Special and protected. Fully in control of the clock. But is that what they really want? *** Look at the bright chaos in life. Struggling to pay the light bills. Grey responsibility heavy…

The first question comes. Will you be my hands? I have certain interests and hobbies. My body does not comply. If I ever want to do it, I need help. Complete ability for the skill set. *** You say “Of course I will help. I have that interest too!” and the second question arrives. Am…

Some nights the waters are still. Cool breeze on my skin as the boat gently rocks side to side like a cradle. Other times I drown underneath a sky more water than air. Needing to be yanked out by the sun before I lose which way is up. There is a third kind as well.…

It is always a time of insignificance. A normal day where nothing is expected to go wrong. When, without warning, everything changes. Upended from the expected and you along with it. Disturbed like a shattering blast. Bringing pain and chaos with it. *** You find yourself wounded and bleeding. Shot by life and the gun…

I keep a bag available. When I suspect that everything might fall to chaos. That a little order might be a life raft. So that I will have the basic items I need to ride out the storm. A minor blessing and the only one I can make for myself. To simply make everything run…

Do not look behind you right now. Without fail almost everyone checks. More than a spooky warning but the ultimate temptation. Begging for defiance. Just a quick peek. Before even thinking of the possible outcomes. *** Impulse! *** There are many reasons a person might look. Curiosity for some. The fear of missing out on…

I stand at a door. Neither simple nor ornate. A place that I have been to but do not recall. Hidden behind a veil I never placed. A door leading to home. Unlocked before me. *** I fear the door. No, I fear what lies beyond. What if I am not truly welcome? Maybe I…

A new place that is not new. Hidden but existing for years. Seen on Google maps by chance. A chance encounter that could be the start of a fantasy book. But no less marvelous. A pet store tucked in between a row of small shops. *** I enter and find it to be a reptile…