The street is cobblestone...pretty, yet inconvenient for weary little feet and stroller wheels. It's been a long morning. Breakfast was nice, sitting at an outdoor cafe on the street overlooking mountains, sipping freshly squeezed orange juice and laughing just because...and then walking along the road with all the shops, pretending to be first time tourists visiting … Continue reading Let’s Paint A Memory
Dying To Forget
Sometimes, late at night when I should be asleep, I remember. I remember how I used to be…when things were bad…when I was a bad little girl… And I wonder…if I could talk to her…what would I say? I should say…the things I was taught to say to her… I’m so sorry you’re hurting. It’s … Continue reading Dying To Forget
Broken
The anthem for the broken people is part song, part chant, part silence. It has no rhythm. No rhyme. No pattern. It has highs and lows and in-betweens. Sometimes, it’s one, clear thought. Most times, it’s a long rambling journey like the one they told you once you would have to take until you would … Continue reading Broken
Lion Man
It's hard to form the words, ignite the flame of remembrance when my memories are few. It's hard to eulogize a man I barely had the chance to meet, but that one last time, the last of a handful of times, I think I may have seen the lion man. Sharing a beer together, watching him watch all … Continue reading Lion Man
Those Three Words
Those three words shooting off the screen blazing a trail to my heart to my guilt to my torment. Those three words lifting me from my burden sending my soul soaring flying high flying free. Those three words written to me to my past to my inner child to my hidden self Those three words … Continue reading Those Three Words
Colloquially Speaking 