life
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It is not fair, the flaws Light only seems to acknowledge. A darkness that unearths words that should not be said, shakes a footing that was barely stable. We listen for the impact like news of a coming storm. We listen for the rain and wonder when the clouds will part. Beyond the things we
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I live with a writers anxiety where the words that reside in my head obsess over print. Anxiety so strong that my thoughts have formed into a narration. I recite lines in my head ignoring our current conversation. “Wait, what did you say?” “Please, can you repeat that?” Nervous laughter as my only contribution. Incessantly,
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How do you start a letter to an old friend? To an old lover that loves turned bitter? Once feigning indifference, Month’s later prone to my own hearts negligence. I’m on rooftops with inebriated thoughts; Those choices we made cost a love lost. How long did you wait before your loneliness got the better of
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“I am plagued with an overwhelming sense of anxiety. I get lost in my thoughts and music allows me to sift through the ties that bind my mind; unraveling the knots as if I am peacefully coming undone.” I am overcome with anxiety; forcing me to yearn for moments of clarity only music can be accompanied
Wishful Thinking 