It’s haunting …the way it rises up ...and soars over my head …over my land …piercing my heart …year after year after year …ending with an echo …ringing through my mind …all day long …and into the night …where I find myself …at a loss for words.
Let’s Paint A Memory
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
Colloquially Speaking 