The blind child sees flowers.
To love as you do, it makes me feel weak. I who was born with everything and you with nothing at all. To not know where you’d be now or if you’d even be here. I can’t imagine. If you’d… Continue Reading
I wrote something once. I don’t know where it came from, or when it will come again. I try so hard to put words on a page so I can feel like myself, but still they don’t sound like me.… Continue Reading
Staring at a blank page. It’s like memories of nothing. Like dreaming of a blank screen. Starting a fire that won’t light. Casting thoughts from your mind to make room for new ones. Like trying to live a life that’s… Continue Reading
I’ve crept up on the past, like falling back from the future. Memories last, though time is unclear. The future’s still not here. Who knows when it will come? Time stands still, yet I see years at a time. At… Continue Reading