So I was going through my memory box....yes I have one...and came across something I wrote for my friend Helen back in 2004? I didn't start dating my works until a few years later, but I think it was 2004. I was 16..I think...Helen was the bus driver that took me from my high school … Continue reading Helen
perspective
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
Knowing Everything Else
There is no silence. No pause. No cure. The once whispering voices have become so loud that you hear the shouts in your dreams, and swear they echo in the reality you have just begun to live. Do you? Do you make the same choices? The same sacrifice? Sometimes, you just need quiet. Time. Slipping … Continue reading Knowing Everything Else
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
Faith Taryn Davies 