I lost myself in you. Forgot who I was and the things I wanted. I compromised for the sake of love. You said I changed you, grounded you. In exchange, you threw me into chaos. Once I found my footing, I walked away on unsteady legs.
The boy she knew, now a man. He comes, wants to know her. Any other time she would have welcomed his attention. But she hides behind a hollow smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes. Inside, she wraps herself in grief, feeling everything and nothing. Clinging to memories of the one she let go. Wanting... Continue Reading →
I can’t eat I can’t sleep. There’s a weight on my chest making it hard to breathe. Doing the right thing doesn’t necessarily feel good. You said you understood. I could hear the hurt and the anger over the line. I didn't want to do it this way, disembodied voices through a device that often... Continue Reading →
I had a privileged upbringing. Not necessarily money wise. We weren't rich, but we weren't hurting either. We lived in a suburb in the Bronx, a nice house with a yard full of trees and a swing set. My maternal grandmother lived in the basement apartment happily spoiling her grandkids. My father worked hard supporting... Continue Reading →
What does red lipstick mean to you? I've read articles that declare it's been used since ancient times to denote sexual availability, even promiscuity. I've read that women who wear red lipstick are approached more by men and seen as more physically attractive and receptive to advances. There was even an article I read that... Continue Reading →
I've started two short stories and have no idea where they're going. I've even considered combining them as the beginnings are essentially character sketches, setting up "who" and "where". Nothing is clicking as of yet and it's incredibly frustrating. I did start sketching again. It makes me feel somewhat productive to create something, a doodle,... Continue Reading →
I've been keeping my writing goal this week, but one thing I discovered is how hard it is to pick up a pen and write creatively after not doing so for a long time. The first night was like pulling teeth. The second time was a little easier, but only because after the first night... Continue Reading →
I dreamed last night that I was running, or at least trying to run. It felt more like slogging through hip deep mud. As I kept running I thought, "Why can't I do this?" I look at my legs, the ground, and see no real reason why I can't run freely. I thought about this... Continue Reading →