The first day in weeks with absolutely no medication at all; hallelujah, what a milestone! The day also marked my first trip outside the house in weeks, but for the few doctor appointments that I was chauffeured to; there and back.
Today I had to get out. Not because I felt the overwhelming need that had [...]
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I see you suffering, and I wish there was something I could do for you.
I witness your pain, and my own heart aches.
I see you spiraling, faster each day; downward motion to nowhere land.
I wonder who’ll be waiting when you reach the end.
Unsure what led you to this path; you no longer walk, [...]
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With old patterns faltering in the wake of time, serving him less and less; desperation creeps, then slowly sets in.
Searching for something real to cling to; in a world of illusion and cheap parlor tricks; of which he created and has always dwelled.
Better to be an imaginary somebody, than a real no body; his platform, [...]
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He’d reached a plateau; unable to put himself back out there; unwilling to be a participant in the games that most unconsciously played. He found it comforting that he was able to walk back in with no effort whatsoever. There was no uncomfortable adjustment period, no awkward beginning, no need to pretend he was someone [...]
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One could safely say that the foundation of my world is built on words. More than mere combinations of letters that form individual, miscellaneous words; but rather thought-filled, provoking, emotion-packed messages; extracted from the depths of my soul; each exuding the essence of my very being.
In the past nine years, since I began writing professionally, [...]
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Born in the North, I often dreamed of the South; when I did, images were conjured of grand old plantation estates, with wrap around porches and marble columns visible from the end of long oak-lined lanes; branches canopying the way, silver-grey moss swaying in the sultry southern breeze; thick with the heady scent of magnolia.
And [...]
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I feel for her.
Sort of.
Maybe not so much.
I want to warn her.
Sometimes.
Never mind.
Let her learn the hard way.
Would do no good anyway.
Earn her badge among the ranks.
Ugly scars like the rest of us wear.
Or rather wore, I should say.
Mine are gone now.
How about yours?
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outside my window…
a plethora of birds happily sing, while a light breeze blows warm on my skin. The Queen Palm stretches her frond, to caress the trunk of the mighty old oak; while the blue sky can be seen and beckons between its branches. Somewhere a dog barks, far off in the distance. He doesn’t [...]
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He wanders aimlessly through worlds of destruction; mist colored mountains, too blinded to see. A victim of self-induced misfortune, an inflicter of pain. Endless. Eternal. Walking through the flames, wearing the scars like badges of honor; baptisms of fire consecrated in vain.
Infinite lifetimes spent. Second-hand knowledge attained. Wasted on this tortured mind; soul hollowed eons [...]
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