Running Up That Hill

The tap of keys is the music I leave, pushing forward, do you want to know what I feel? Want to hear about the deal I made? So that the smooth taps don't hurt me, only the words that bleed through the torn skin of my finger tips.  There it is, the hatred, for the … Continue reading Running Up That Hill

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Violin Lullaby

It is the clinking.... and the soft violin in the back that reminds me why I'm drinking alone. The soft hallelujah of distance voices and I can't tell if I spilled my drink or if I'm crying. Tell me my friend as my fingers move over the keys while the piano catches dust in the … Continue reading Violin Lullaby