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It took 5 days to bring myself to type this
One day it's food and family and laughter. One day it's just a holiday that feels like any other day, but it's special, of course. . .Because it is. It always just is. But it's just a day like any other, and you don't go the extra mile to make it the holiday that it is. You don't focus on the small picture, it's always the big picture, and you lose ( Read more... ) -
I want to apologize, but my throat is filled with ashes
Once upon a time, there was a girl who believed in the power of dreams, and she did amazing things with that power. She cured addictions, she resolved a heart-wrenching guilt she suffered under, and most importantly, she took away the sadness. She absolved her mind, made herself free of depression that had cut at her for years, and she was able to ( Read more... ) -
Been awhile, but. . .Another well waited for snippet of Ronnie talking to his video game
"Oh, you're gonna need some support? Well I'mma need for you to support these NUTS on your face." -
You heard me faintly whisper "that's crazy" to myself but not what the eff I just said out loud?
So I was just trying to talk to Ronnie, and he cuts me off talking to his brother on his playstation headset with, "Sorry, what? I have two people talking to me right now. These headphones are NOISE CANCELLING so when I wear them I don't hear Angie talking AT ALL." Strange, two days ago he was talking about how awesome the headphones were because ( Read more... ) -
I have a lot of shit on my mind I'm ignoring. . .
I told myself I would be writing. I'm not. I've had a few drinks. All caught up in my head. Been contemplating quitting my job. I don't really want to. I just feel like maybe being in the situation of wanting anything would be better than being in the situation of wanting only just what I already have. Maybe I need to be needy. Maybe I want to want ( Read more... ) -
Strings Chapter 22
22 The Canvas Of Nowhere
The silence was beginning to become unbearable, ringing in my ears, accompanied only by the occasional impatient sighs from Vincent.
"What am I supposed to be doing here?" I asked him. Shrugging, not meeting my eyes, he mumbled a response.
"This environment is particularly susceptible to the power of suggestion. I can assist ( Read more... ) -
Strings Chapter 21
21 Hello Deemer
I found Hannah near the stage with Seph, Lumis, and Des. Lumis had given up on the music, relinquishing the stage to Pride and a number of others, only one of whom I recognized, the man sitting behind an elaborate set of drums with a mask over the lower half of his face, shirtless, shorts flapping around his knees. Jeremy had been " ( Read more... ) -
I just don't know
So sometimes I wonder who I am.
And my mind replies in a million voices, in a million tones, with a million different responses.
And I hear that I was the right person, then changed, and I will be the right person eventually, or I COULD be, or I might be...
Then theres the soothing voice that tells me I am exactly who I'm supposed to be.
And I think ( Read more... ) -
A three or so day experience
I'll blog this later. I keep telling myself that. As suggested by that last statement, it doesn't happen as often as I'd like it to. I've been writing a lot. All on paper, so it feels like it's been an immense shit ton of writing, then I get around to typing it out, juicing it up, and I think to myself, "Aww. It ain't shit."
But that happens ( Read more... ) -
Strings Chapter 20
20 And 62 Of Them Are Cats
Two days had passed in a semblance of peace without any sign of deemers. I had taken to walking around DW, meeting new people, reconnecting with old friends that I had near forgotten over the years, and frequenting the markets and bars in my attempt to pass time. It was nearing the evening of the second day that I was ( Read more... )