"going to the edge and back, one word at a time."
Remember when you scraped your knee as a kid? Hit the 'not so funny' bone on your elbow as an adolescent? Delivered a paper cut to your finger as an adult? Had your heart broken, like blind sided shattered, not the type of break when you keep taking back the same waste of time that …
I sat on her couch. She handed me a pill. I watched her swallow hers before I swallowed mine. She dimmed the lights in her living room and lit a couple of candles. She put on a Rufus Du Sol playlist. I watched every movement she made with great intrigue. I rubbed the tops of …
In a reality that seemed like a dream, I hit the snooze button on the alarm and drifted away for a couple more hour long minutes. In a dream that seemed like a reality, I set the alarm, laid my head on my pillow, and transported to a place that had missed my absence. Don't …
She Was She was sitting on a park bench, basking in the lukewarm sun. The only shade that cloaked her body was when a cloud passed in front of the glowing, high noon orb. The light kissed her body like the reflective wrapper on a fresh piece of hand crafted chocolate. When you unwrap it, …
I say, "I care", but do I really mean it or have we used this filler sentence so much that it has lost its grand standing importance. Have all of us been pushed to the brink of exhaustion that we say this phrase just so the other person will reveal their story, vent, then shut …
My second born son - where do I begin? He was delivered to us some time ago, a forever that was only yesterday, by cesarian section. The day before his arrival, I remember the phone call I received from my wife while I was at work. She went for a weekly check up because the …
(I looking at looking me) I pull at me's skin with a blunt edge called life, leaving a scrape on the surface of us, and wonder, while looking at me, why I would do that to we. *the mark on my soul slowly disappears* Me looks at I standing outside our reflective shell and shakes …
The first person to shave away all their pubic hair - what were they thinking? Did they just wake up one morning, sip a cup of coffee, turn on the tele, stare at the sunrise through their blinds, eat a bowl of cereal, and say to themselves, hey, I want to get rid of the …
There was this boy. He grew up in the rural South. He drank Pepsi Cola from glass bottles. He ate Nabs. He worked in tobacco fields at the age of twelve. He dreamed. His imagination was his escape. It was his portal. At a young age, he knew other realms existed. You just had to …
I visited a Christmas tree farm to survey the goods and see if they had my coveted place holder for the upcoming holiday season. The sky was overcast and gray. The sun tried to peak through the clouds, but they would not allow it. The weather was brisk, cold, and one could see their breath …
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