She loves the state of fog she’s in. It fades the trees to painted wisps of smoke, and all she can see is the faint yellow line dividing the black asphalt. The lack of scenery in the headlights allows no distractions from the daydreams cruising through her head. The Cure’s “Lovesong” blares from the walls of the car doors,… Continue reading “Fog”
Reach your hand and take hold Can you wake me up Cruised then crashed, caught off guard Say the words, reveal it Can you take me in Under waves, an echoed voice Dig deep and give your heart Can you pull me out Prospective and inevitable Make eye contact and lock it Can you make… Continue reading “Safe”
When the sunset breaks through the line between sky and sea, it creates a perfect symmetry. Although it felt as if the whole world changed, it didn’t. It was me. Found; I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Loneliness is within her. Wherever she goes, it follows. She lays in bed too long on Saturday morning. She gets ready and steps outside, breathing in the icy air, watching the bright sun blind the city. She warms her insides with the city’s best coffee, and spends the last of her “leisure” cash on a syrupy… Continue reading “Church”
His fingertips are lightning bolts; reaching out for impact. Each flash of light is contact and it shakes the planet. His voice echoes for miles and if it weren’t for the trees, we’d all be wiped out. But these electric bolts aren’t limited to destruction. They cut hearts to change them, and burn bad habits… Continue reading “Loved”
The music’s loud and it’s exactly what she needs. The soundwaves mute the pounding of her heart in her throat and the crowd makes her comfortably numb. Before the breakdown there’s a melody and it replaces all the fear with supernatural power. The louder, the better and she’s realizing what a mess she was before… Continue reading “Souvenirs”
The truth is, there are some things you never fully get over. Experiences, both pleasant and tragic, that have shaped you into the person you are today. Some things may always sting you when you remember, but you have to figure out how to live with it… knowing that those places, or that language, or… Continue reading “Nociceptors”