Ever think back into your life and simply cringe? Or maybe you get that heavy feeling and are suddenly inundated with hatred and regret? If you haven't then I'd guess you'd be lucky because I do. I look at who I once was, compared to who I am now, and I shake my head with … Continue reading Forgotten Project #6: Forgiving the Ghosts of Lives Past…
anger
Life sound
and we see, and set, maybe sit, depends upon where you are in the country to travel, to thrive, to die. I died once before you know, in the land that didn't sleep I laid down and died... before getting in my car and leaving for the middle of something. My life, I think, or … Continue reading Life sound
Lies that Blood Taught Me
I'd be fine if my hands stopped shaking, then the words would be as difficult to produce. Simply such, calling a duck a dog doesn't make it less of a duck, just someone's twisted attempt at subterfuge, which means lying, since I don't want to be accused of thinking myself smarter, when if fact it … Continue reading Lies that Blood Taught Me
#11: Dear Cyanide”
Dear Cyanide, No one ever quite understood why I gave you that nickname; they thought me wholly weird, and I said it more out of habit than anything. Who would have thought that the nickname I came up with freshman year, would be so telling years later. It came up because we were finding things … Continue reading #11: Dear Cyanide”
Faith Taryn Davies 