reckless. she told me last evening over the phone. she's right. reckless. i have always been reckless. an unbroken stallion. wanting to run free and in the wild, even though everyone is trying to help me, even though i am well taken care of. reckless, breaking through barriers. the word won't stop repeating in my… Continue reading reckless.
i bled myself dry of emotion i screamed sanctuary to a blank page and it shielded me for a while from a bitter, malicious world
i'm tired of looking at myself in the rearview mirror of the car wondering waiting watching for a sign i did something right and if nothing else, i just want to prove to myself there is something i am good for besides breaking crashing wrecking the lives around me.
the ghost of myself met another ghost of my past and they're asking for a new friend...
she is splitting at the seams stardust spilling from her soul.
phrases i'm afraid of: i'm not leaving. you shouldn't worry. did you forget? were you friends? i hate you. this wasn't supposed to happen. you're so different. and perhaps, the worst of all, i love you.
Perhaps, I am insane. They say writers are...but I am not a writer... I am a mess; an incurable and incorrigible one. Words aren't mine. The words I write aren't mine. I simply, lose myself with them. Because, words are my best friend. When the rest of the world is writing a book, or a poem; I… Continue reading thank you for 500 followers.