I feel the vibration in my chest. That time when I had matched the tone. A harmony that I had aspired to join. A heavenly song that echoes through my being. Bright glow that was the answer to every question I have ever had. Total peace and excitement I wished to stay in. *** Then…

There is always one. And I don’t mean the funny little guys that live under bridges. Though looking for prey all the same. Crouched in a hidden area waiting for people to pass by. Waiting for the perfect target. That single person they can separate away from a group. *** Oh yes, they have specific…

Round and round people go. A cursed wheel that never goes anywhere. Ending up in exactly the same location it was spun from. Stuck in the mud of the ego. Trying to escape pain but finding itself powered by it. Unable to be properly repaired until it stops turning. *** Why does it always fall…

I go through life with a cup on my lap. The liquid inside is not important. It could be anything or everything I adore. Ranging from a calming tea to an invigorating iced drink. What I need for that very moment or immediate future. I want to have it with me when I need it…

Everyone is illogical. Though some more than others. Uncomfortable sensation that every other person finds benign. Or something less defined that cannot be put into words. Sometimes even rarer, a complete disconnect from what is supposed to be. All actions that can make one seem like a madman while feeling completely sane. *** Each type…

If you were to pass through my house, you might notice a peculiar sight. Wall trim and corners broken, snapped, and cracked. Never very high up or ever further than a few feet off the ground. To the unfamiliar appearing like a hungry beaver had been left unattended for days on end. But I know…

The air is stirred from its static form. Alive in a way no indoor fan could replicate. Unpredictable and sometimes wild. Stirring petals and leaves in intricate swirls along the ground. Creating an entirely different kind of dimension. Full of life and vigor. *** The wind resuscitated me as well. Fanning a flame I did…

A soft sigh of relief. The ache dulls as the medicinal taste fills my mouth. The fight is almost over for now. What I needed right in the nick of time. The sharp knives dulled and needles removed from my skin. A prayer of thanks given in response before I fully fade. *** The absence…

Pain pain go away and come again another day. Or never preferably. Oh how I wish I could divorce you from my life. I would sign those freeing papers so fast. A lifelong companion always around me in some form. I don’t recall inviting into my life. *** I always know when they come around.…