She pulled the clip out of her hair, took off her socks, and put on face cream.
She brushed her teeth, had a glass of water, and took her nightly dose of pills.
She laid down in her bed, folded the covers, and closed her eyes.
She didn’t dream, she didn’t think, she didn’t desire.
She woke, drank coffee, and [...]
Tags: ponder
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find the grace to be nothing.
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light switch.
A kind of primal instinct when she strategically places herself in the seat closest to the emergency exit.
Staring at the faded lights in the darkness, the longer she stares, the more they seem to mesh.
A canvas of all black, through her eyes, splash of color travels through the seams at the condescending speed of light.
A bite [...] -
reverse rambunctious redirections.
Why is it that when you count from 1 to 10 or from 10 to 1 it is quite the same, but when one ages, the older they get, the harder it is to go back.
In attempting to create art, do we interpret an image from our brain mechanically skilled hands, or do our mechanical [...] -
spontaneous combustion of opinions.
I would like to discuss a few matters, to put them “on paper” as one would put it.
Many times, friends and I would discuss religion, and I would be asked what I “believe” in.
My replies were usually scattered, and I truly felt the need to put them down somewhere to organize them a bit. So, [...] -
return policy.
Under the warm water I find my silence.
No thoughts or repercussions,
Just the quiet, yet lively sound of my heart beating, and my lungs breathing.
My writing is nothing.
My art? Impressive only to the masses that approve at quick glance.
My soul? Disapproving and profusely rebellious.
Hidden.
Shown at rare occasions where vulenerability doesn’t play its typical role.
I’m a writer. A painter. A [...]
