One ticket for the red eye line. Always sold in singles. Always last minute. A capsule traveling through a space. In defiance of times where people should not exist. The only company you have are the galaxies of lights outside the window. All worlds separate from your own. The separation does not last forever however.…

I’ve got that joy on loan. Feelings stronger than I have ever known. I don’t mean the two cents found between the cushions of everyday life. No, I’ve got that joy on loan. A sensation that I have carefully grown. The full cost might come later, But I’ve got that joy on loan.

I cannot promise not to break. Survival means struggle. Struggle always has some kind of damage. I have cracks in places I cannot see. Some have healed and some may never. And some healed areas stay weak forever. No, I cannot promise to not break again again. I was taught to never lie. I can…

Keep facing forward. You know what remains behind. Those people who have caused you harm. Never let them do it again. Those who love you will stick close into the future. Leaving the pain in the past. *** Why hurt again? You have already been through the situation once. Returning back would just be echoing…

Children are little diviners. Seeing people and connections that are not there. Faces appear in the wood grain and balloons take on personality. Oh how children love balloons in particular. Temporary friends you can lead by the hand. If only they could last forever. They are in essence the first representation of death for a…

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What you want is so close. Dangling just out of reach. The only barrier between you and it is pain. So you bite down and take it. *** Somehow, you do not see to get any closer. Yet it remains. A reward as intangible as an idea. So you bite down and endure. *** You…

Why am I like this? I do things I know I never need to. Abandon the activities I do. Even the things I want to do are not spared. Like the most round about kind of self harm. A slow boiling where the temperature always turns up a little more. *** I pray constantly that…

Please tell me what you want to hear. Let me be more than a hollow prayer. A vessel for everything you need. Empty of all that might hurt you. A gentle hug. An echoing sigh. Just never let me fall to obscurity. For I carry you with me.

They have done me wrong. They know it. I know it. So they fear retribution. Guard against the opportunity for me to have a chance. But they are mistaken. Why would I use that chance on them? Hope is too precious a feeling to waste it on revenge. They don’t know that. I do. They…