Capable. It's a word I've toyed with the past few days in my mind. Quietly. Thoughtfully. Examining, holding myself accountable to the truths I don't want to acknowledge, facing them anyway. I have come to the notion that maybe I am ... capable. Maybe the struggle has been, all along, that I doubted whether I…
I lie awake at night. Find no rest, though besides a strong hug and someone to convince me it'll be okay, it is what I need the mostThere's been too little sleep the past two nights that honestly I'm not sure how I function now. Beneath my eyes a splitting headache lingers, probably caused by…
"I am not the same as I once was, nor today will I carry unto tomorrow, but become someone else by morning..." I woke up this morning with that in my head. I write even in my sleep, thanks Shakespeare - he must be my Muse. Flip the calendar twice from today and I welcome…
A part of me will always remain here. For the passing moments, oh maybe two hours or so, I've sat in silence, occasionally rambling down a cement pathway alongside the river. No music, no distractions save wandering thoughts, intentionally present yet too a thousand lives before and some I've yet to live. There is no…
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The further dismantling of my son’s bedroom presently takes place; I put a Bear in there to play so his mom could have some time to write... Whether this proves worth it in the knowledge of my future self’s desire to clean, well, I suppose I’ll know when this is over. When I need to write,…
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Her Heart on the Outside 