I know I am not a main character. Not more important than anyone else. Not more innocent than anyone else. Unique in my own way. But nothing is cut and dry. Life is more complicated than that. *** I could be the one. Overcoming all the trials put before me. Overcoming what might break other…

Insane how fast a few decades went. It feels like just yesterday I was digging through the bargain bin of DS games in GameStop with my mom. I always did try and butter her up for more. If you had told me I would not own a single one by now, I would have called…

I never do a thing half done. It is my life moto and history. The fastest way to get on my bad side is to assume lesser of me. To ignore the miracle and effort of making it so far. To assume what you cannot see does not exist. Lesser in willpower or practice. So…

I can almost see it, even as acrid bile sits on the back of my tongue. A world so different from the one I am in. Where I was never sick to begin with. Given the easy road instead of this intolerable trial. How wonderfully boring that must be. Searching for struggle outside of survival.…

Honestly, I can’t handle it. But you will never know it. I know you are not always interested in the honest. You would rather not hear it. For you were never in my corner to begin with. Nothing that I might say would ever make a difference. And honestly? It’s more than I should handle.

I am made out of string I suppose. Wrapped so loosely around my being. Frayed far sooner than I expected. The rest intact wound so so tightly. Moving sometimes feels like setting my own guillotine. It only takes a moment to snap and fall apart. *** I have to keep putting myself back together I…

Out in the yard there are so many little ones. Some brightly colored and others camouflaged. Like little Easter eggs scattered for the enjoyment of others. What is a hen to do? There are so many dangers to warn of. So it moves to a higher ground. Up beyond the reach of all the little…

Thank you for keeping me dependent on you if nothing else. Returning to you time after time. Hearing your wisdom in your words. You know how much trouble I have staying on track. Thank you. Thank you for always being there. For guiding me when I need it the most. For giving me the strength…

Light beams through the windows in the morning. Setting the halls in an unearthly golden glow. As if heaven was descending instead of ascending. Giving a calm awakening to the house. I am rarely awake to see it. I contribute to the silence. Meeting the light with quiet breaths. Curled into a ball to cling…

I do not remember much at the beginning. They gave me medicine to relax. Maybe it is better that way. So I can return to regular life as quickly as possible. Unburdened by memories that will not serve me. Maybe ignorance is better. *** I sit inside a great machine. Light strips strobing like it…