Category Archives: On Depression
As All Things Do
You don’t mind if I sit here awhile and just rest my eyes, my head, my heart a little, do you? It’s just that in the grand scheme of things, you seem like a strong oak on which to rest … Continue reading
At Times
At times, the ferocity of love she still feels astounds her. The way sunlight can touch a familiar face, the faint curve of a shy smile. At times, the upwelling of adoration can eclipse the emptiness, and give way to … Continue reading
Stumble
I keep ending up back in this place that I know — a dungeon of my own making, a place wherein I feel myself bound, muffled, and no matter how familiar the landscape, I know I will stumble, and I … Continue reading
100 Words: Deserves
An electrical cord around the throat will not kill you if you cannot find a way to tighten the noose. It is hard to make the cord make knots when your hands are shaking. Misery makes your hands shake. Life … Continue reading
This Heart
This heart that beats and bleeds is but a little pump; it cycles blood around in the closed shell of this ridiculous flesh. It is a thing of meat that the rest of this meat requires. This heart that sings … Continue reading