It was the day I had anticipated, even before the surgery; the day I would come out of my cast and take my life back. Having spent two weeks locked within the confines of my own walls, seeing the outside world through limited squares of glass; the same view each day, changing significantly given the [...]
Filed in miscellany, prose No Responses yet
She doesn’t seek his memory, it just comes creeping; and when it does, that’s all there is.
Its nothing to do with fear or inspiration; building a fan base that was there long before he was; or anything at all for matter of fact. For who would dream of seeking such hurt.
Its simply a means of [...]
Filed in Through my Eyes, prose, the hyena No Responses yet
His was a miserable life; wandering the globe pretending to be lost, feigning insanity due to all sorts of abuse; self-inflicted, youthful demons victim, to any and all who showed the slightest inclination of interest. In truth, he knew exactly where he was going, what the cost would be to get there; needing only to [...]
Filed in observations, perception, short stories, the hyena No Responses yet
None of it matters
It was all just an illusion
My muse is simply snagged on a shadow
Working her way free…
Filed in poetry, the hyena No Responses yet
Healing is a matter of time
But it is sometimes also
A matter of opportunity
~ Hippocrates
Filed in prose No Responses yet
She appeared out of nowhere at the stroke of midnight, as if having emerged from within the lake; a mirage of convenience, claiming to possess the key to get me back into the kingdom. Clearly taken aback at my hesitation, she promised to lead the entire way; guiding and navigating, until I found my self [...]
Filed in the hyena No Responses yet
The truth…
There is no truth nor are there any lies; only our own personal interpretations of how we perceive ourselves and the world around us. It wasn’t until she reached this point of clarity that she was able to set herself free; a butterfly on the draft of a solitary breeze.
Filed in prose No Responses yet
It started out as an “oh, by the way,” and ended in mild confrontation. Her doctor having suggested she start weaning herself from her medication; mothers little helpers that alter the chemicals in her brain and make her happy; even when she’s not; a dose taken daily, sometimes twice, for four long, numb years.
Fuck weaning…she [...]
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