I fear I must be strong to survive. What I fail to guard against comes around. I must compensate for my weakness for I fear what the future holds. Not is all lost however. There is exactly one exception. An outlier so beautiful that no rhyme or wit would do. I can be weak with…

Home is where the heart is. But this place was a rotting carcass. Trapped on all sides by stagnation and putrid memories. Maybe if she could escape and start again. She could then flourish. But until she can break free, survival is her goal. As long as she doesn’t end up like that house.

Everywhere I look is gray. Darker here. Slightly lighter there. But still a noncommittal shade of gray. Life was never supposed to be like this. The fact that black and white would never be separated never crossed my mind. By no means am I picky. I would never demand different types of colors. But oh…

I try. Again and again. I want progress. I need to do better. What type of life would I have if I never did better? I would have never made it half as far. *** Then I sit up here with my satellite view and despair. No progress has been made. Still in the exact…

I once saw a rescue bird for sale. A great white parrot that should have evoked a sense of grace. But instead I laughed. This bird looked absolutely ridiculous for it had no wings. It was just a head on a round little body. The mind could not properly comprehend it. That creature looked so…

Life has reached critical mass. Knocked out all the support beams I carefully built up. The sky is falling now. Dripping with that late night ambiance. It is darker than any I have ever known. For all the supports have broken and there is no repairing them. The end of the road has never looked…

It’s been a while. How are you doing? I have worked too hard to leave you behind. I know it’s hard to see me. I’m here one second and gone the next. Only here when the desperation rises. A scent I know so well. It smells like tears and regret. But I am always here.…

Why do I insist on doing this to myself? Forever inventing new methods for self torture. New objects to grieve even as I light tbem on fire. Crying over consequences of my own design. Accident or not, does not really matter. My heart never sees the difference. *** I must be addicted. Collecting tears from…

Up and over. Round and round. Lost to the tides of time. Always somewhere deep and under pressure. No longer the shape I originally was. A part lost here and corners removed. Little did I know what the end result would be. Something polished and glittering. Touched with the pastel hues of resilience. Weathered into…

Hope and dreams leak from me. Pooling at the lowest points of my being. A concoction brewed over a period of years. Slowly becoming a better medicine for me and others. A balm that can heal the deepest hurt as long as you take enough. This precious never seems to work on the cracks in…