Seeds of resurrection. Childish games they continue playing. Those lingering lies were their truth as fairy tales. I stepped away. For a moment, my thoughts I quietly transcribed—a world of burning embers. I returned, and everything I knew turned to ashes. Memories no longer forgotten.
I wish for moments of storytelling; a time to construct beautiful art and whimsical lines. I hope to live in imaginations, taking you with me through the magic of time.
Travels within the dusty valley. I'm walking and too tired to run. Those conniving twists and turns; kicking agonizing pebbles along the way. A choice to alter my direction is a challenge I gladly accept. I need to change my dirty shoes because they've lost their sole.
I followed your instructions; forsaking the life I wanted. You promised a beautiful reward for the scars I obtained, in your name. Believing I would hear the words "Well done." However, I can only hear the silence of your absence. So many questions; seeking answers to these repeated frustrations.
Another day unfolds. Splintered wood beneath the table. Prickly pain Within each finger. Quiet laughter; that shitty joke. Fuckery casting shadows with a sixty watt bulb. Damned whether we do or we don't. Prick... a drop of blood no tear drops. The shitty joke we shouldn't laugh at.
Write Now and Later 