Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
I am a poetess a prowess, a lioness ripping through emotions a shark in an ocean of sadness and incapable expression.
“How do you balance everything you want to do and keep your head together?”
Your call tonight left me hollow / my chest is under bricks / breath heavy / I feel you separating / and I touched you for a time / like when I was a child / I admired you / now I lose you / again / you're going back to them / back to … Continue reading Streams Of Consciousness | 6.18.15
Where do I go on nights when my skin aches; when I feel invisible hands gently massaging my heartache. I clutch pillows, squeezing into pieces until it mimics the human form. I am so far from home. Here alone, swept into the solitary existence of the empath; seeing signs in their eyes as they die. … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness 6.1|15