Words can be as sharp as you need. Fashioned into a point enough to draw blood. Taken along hunting for a chosen target. Polished until it is sure to hit. Closing in until there is nowhere else to go. Leaving the user as a victor in the end. *** Words can also be soft. Isolating…

It feels easier to work sometimes when sick. The plunge already taken. First step already taken for me. Pain already created so what would be a little more? Numbed to pain by existence. Paradoxical, positive, negative reinforcement. *** Funny how much of a difference turning off self preservation makes. The most efficient worker they are.…

Time has passed. Gone with the ticking of the clock. But occasionally, time does not pass fast enough. Hindered not by time itself but what flows with it. Obstacle and trap that is hard to reset once sprung. I am left broken and bruised by the encounter so I wish I had skipped the encounter…

I know where you live. So very close to the edge you inherited. Exactly as near to the familiar as you can stand. How you never chose that place for yourself. A squatter in your own life. I know how you want to run away. *** I know how you live. Preferring that certain corner…

Not everyone has been cliff camping but many have. Living on the edge. Frozen to a particular view of the landscape. Only safety line, a few well placed ropes. If lucky, a few layers of fabric as well. Keeping you from a very long fall few survive. *** It is not deadly to me but…

I have a little guilty pleasure. It comes to pass whenever I encounter a wish ball. Spent dandelion or other plant, as long as it can take flight. Freed from the perch where it grew and thrown to the wild world. The urge takes hold and I must free them. The more seeds, the better.…

I spy a land where anything is possible. All the mind can picture made manifest. I see it all because I feel like I have seen it all. That land somewhere between sanity and insanity. A place I do not always enter willingly. And I am terrified. *** Please cover me like a parent does…

You better listen. A warning does not always come with a trumpet and cymbals. Trying to get your attention at all costs. Driving the point home until you are forced to listen. Head lights illuminating the only path forward. No, that only happens when the worst has already come to pass. *** The warning is…

There are things I regret. Choices that I might have made differently. If only I had more information at the time. Running through my head like phantoms. Mocking my feelings and rejecting the past. Saying that the fault is solely my own. *** Other times I regret what I could not control. Knowledge that others…

I see my grandma sitting in her favorite chair. She no longer gets there on her own. No longer remembers why it is her favorite. Led by hand out of respect for who she used to be. Someone that used to be full of life and personality. Boiled down now to the dregs of a…