… is there nothing left to say?
Word over word. One little truth at a time. Pulling myself up that rope, away from the muck down here. I am saving myself. And I am reaching back to save you, too … “You live out the confusions until they become clear.” ~ Anais Nin
I used to try so hard to find the right words to reach you, Mack. Always searching out the perfect metaphor. So many love letters typed out, all of the things I couldn’t say directly. My mouth used to fill up with everything unspoken, sometimes there were so many words crowding my tongue that theContinue reading “Beautiful stories”
The other woman, too many birthdays, opportunities closing one after the other around me. I have to admit that none of these would have been enough to keep me away. The desire to be good would not have won out – I would have come back to that twice next month. Eventually. In the end,Continue reading “Of sticks and stones”
Your silence hits much harder than any of your words ever did. And jesus. Your words fucking knocked me down time and time again.