she stumbled onto his words quite by accident he read her’s as a courtesy in return what are the odds, the chance, in a million writers, from just as many walks of life, spread among the farthest reaches of the globe he would see her writing the words resonating in his mind she is brilliant […]
she makes the best of life it’s what she does ignoring the ache that has become just another part of the daily routine another symptom she finds religion it is enough to fill the void in it’s own way she is able to give her trust into a higher power that things will be what […]
he found things to fill his time leaving dream to night time flights of fancy instead of consuming his day turned to poetry to give the longing an outlet perhaps in a half hearted hope that the one with the key would find stumble upon him in giving up he threw out one last lifeline […]
she always had a knack at opening doors into the unseen intuition into the hidden matters of others but she was unable to find the one door that opened into happiness for her so she did what she knew best she helped others instead of herself even as the callus formed around her own heart […]
the lock weighs heavy some days an anchor draped in ink across my heart numbing the world like a heavy metal antiseptic preventing the overflow a dam erected at the source of confusion so many ran their fingers across the lock only to roll over and face the wall rather than the indifference
i dreamt in this dream i sat in the leather chair listening to bill evans trio play lightly as the hum of the tattoo gun fired throughout my synapses i watched as the pulsating needles dipped into the little plastic cup of ink a spray of droplets danced across the metal tray covered in saran […]
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