A prisoner to the person I used to be and a prisoner of my own mind. Got a table down in my basement with a soul that used to be mine. Taken apart too many times to remember how to reapply it. I tell you to leave me alone, but I need you more than…
Tag: Reality
City Of Constellations
There below the ledge is a constellation. Spreading out like splintered pieces of electricity in the atmosphere. Except down below her feet, like a stream of flashing fireflies. Never reflecting over what might have survived inside the canyon, she steps closer. She has run out of her soul’s ink and has no more to…
Hallelujah
I have so much to write, so much to say. A million words drift around in the starry orbs. Falling like wishes to catch just for me and the writer inside. I am overwhelmed, for I have so much to give away. Too many parts of my soul spilled in ink to give in a…
The Unsigned Writer 