It hurts. It hurts to type, to move, to sit still. It hurts to talk, to be silent; it hurts to look in the mirror and see me. A year, and I don't recognize the blue grey eyes in the physically disjointed reflection. She never existed before. He never existed before. We always existed. To … Continue reading Rising Sun
forgiveness
Thrown back to me
2:38 am and I'm at work, refusing to sleep because of rationality. So I think of the tap of the keys and the smooth plastic underneath scarred skin and I find comfort in the reality that I am not special. I saw my vows today, and found myself wanting, because rationality has broken over and … Continue reading Thrown back to me
Slipping
Hold back, hold on, letting go is too easy there is a catch, there has to be, something, something give it meaning, tell me what is needed to be heard, before it slips through the thin grasp I have. Let go they say, let it be free, but there is a catch, always a catch … Continue reading Slipping
Forgotten Post #13: Music on the Keys
Teach me the music on keys music filling my eyes on the beat Can you live? Live without you? Stay in moments, until the fever consumes the way we need and the light fades in the eve. Not sure, really, how we move on the step, or was it the beat? I just know sometimes … Continue reading Forgotten Post #13: Music on the Keys
Faith Taryn Davies 