grief doesn’t merely sit. it resides, it burrows, nests, settles in, envelopes. heavy, weighted, ever-present, suffocating my lightness of being that it has replaced.
Tag: life’s journey
The Impossibility of What They Demand
They rest inside me, deeply, persistent in their demands for release. Monsters of thoughts and emotions that are dark with the density they possess. The
Just going to jot this down
It resonates Strikes a chord or rings a bell Whatever the saying that catches what IT does. Yes I say to myself. Yes. That’s it.
Marked, part one
When I was 12 I discovered and devoured the book The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury. I was mesmerized. Enchanted. Captured by the concept. A
Sliding Doors andMoments
There is a movie that I saw a few years ago called “Sliding Doors”. The premise of the movie is that we sometimes have, in
Darkness and Shadows
Trying to make sense of the swirling, spiralling mind that is mine right now. The near constant feeling of things being not right as I
