There is a place I cannot see. The end of the world for my mind’s eye. A place beyond knowledge but no longer expectation. A hidden place that lays further. I may never reach there or be wrong entirely, But that final horizon is ever closer. *** That place I dread thinking of, But cannot…

The watcher sees all. The sadness heavy in the air. Hidden secrets laid bare. The walls invisible to all else. The watcher sees it all and admires. For it can do nothing else. *** Even if the watcher wanted to they remain in place. Feet affixed to the ground. Unable to take the best path…

Dreams are a funny thing. A dragon fruit transforming into a bird woman. Chased by a rabid hamster. A bed at cloud level. There’s something under that crib. Portal in the closet. Hand in the blender. A vacation by the sea. Unprepared for test. Kittens on my lap. Is there a pattern to it all?…

I wonder what a leaf thinks? As colors spread to cloud out the green. As it dances upon the surface of the water to see it’s beauty. A final ballet. Does it see the warm hue decorated across? Or more so the long since shriveled leaves around it? *** Does a caterpillar ponder the change?…

A woman strains. Fingers choking the weeds that choke the lawn. Pulling until the cracking roots give way. Dark earth heaving with a final breath. Spikey leaves aching to return the favor. Only for her to do it all over again. *** The sun beats down. Back screaming in protest. She enjoys it as much…

Depression creeps in under the dark of night. Loneliness swaps places with my friends. Anxiety became a watchman long ago. Hope carries a box almost too big for it. Happiness is often on vacation. My mind is under pressure. *** Joints ache from the lack of use. Bruises form at the slightest extra push. I…

I cut my hair to let it flow. Let the change take hold. Let the inside come out. The ideas rain like the fallen strands. Shiny and sometimes golden. But never discarded. *** I cut my hair to let it break out. The feelings that overwhelm. Clawing at my inner brain. An animal that I…

I look in the mirror and detest what I see. All the little things that are signs of disability. Joints that are at once too flexible and stiff and shape undone with muscle. Something subhuman and a failed replica of life. Would you believe me through? That I can’t identify anything in particular I would…

I enter the day. It is the same as every other day. Same views, scents, and tastes. Predictable down to every activity. It may soothe the heart, But it rots the mind. *** I enter the day. I have no idea what to expect. New views, scents, and tastes. Diluted chaos down to every second.…

They stand together. A secret meeting that one has to find. A brief touching of two kinds of life. That which both holds light and life. Just differently. Fated lovers that can barely secret time away. *** A forbidden threshold for most. A barrier that could mean death. Only those that are chosen can move…