Scrawl

Time heals, or so it goes.

After all these years, I think my wounds may be infected.

Need a shoulder?

I’ve got an ashtray with your name on it and a blanket in the trunk as warm and encompassing as dribbling honey…

Just say the word.

Resolution

Now and always,
I choose to laugh,
I choose to love,
I choose to see joy,
My soul has been
buried long enough.

Random Write-up

Nestled against the carpet like a sleeping infant, so safe and warm and content. But all I see is an ocean of black paint, disturbed only by the glinting remains of a broken lamp and a bottle drained dry, save for that one drop of golden red along its lip. Stark and sweet. Fuel for fury that’s been pooled and heated too long.

Scrawl

I’ll accept this hardship with my own two hands, despite their tired calluses because it’s what you bring along with you… and I would have you no other way.

Her

She wasn’t an all-encompassing downpour. The air she expelled wasn’t frigid or biting in its intensity.

She was drizzling. The soft, feather light pinpricks that reminded me to look up at the sky.

It was beautiful.

Line of the Day

A world without you is a world devoid of luster.

Scrawl

I’ll accept this hardship with my own two hands, despite their tired calluses because it’s what you bring along with you — and I would have you no other way.

Scrawl

We speak as if that might change things.

But our words have never been worth anything in the wild, white blaze of pent up rage.

Let There Be Nothing Else

Drunk with emotion.

Like the hazy dreams of illness once you finally wake. Except this is more memorable, this is joyful and here and true. This is what it means to succumb to the overwhelming relief of having you so close to me that there’s hardly even space for breath between us.