Stream of Consciousness
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“We’ll rotate around the room on different planets”
There were times when I plotted the trajectory of my path. Where I’d end up, who I’d meet on the way. When I’ll marry and when I’ll have a child. When my job would take me places. And when I’ll pass on to the great beyond. Don’t remember what it was like to write down Continue reading
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Everything goes quiet in Night Ocean
“This might be the wine speaking,” she whispered. And the oblivion wraps its arms arms around me in a welcoming embrace, an old friend falling back in step with me. Alarm clock blared. Six-in-the-morning head fog, dehydrated mouth, and bad breath. Empty wrappers and containers of food litter the floor beneath my feet. My “home Continue reading
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“She shines in a world full of ugliness”
No one knows where she came from. Just that she appeared in Night Ocean one day. Hollow stare scratched upon vacant eyes – black holes into unnameable galaxies. You can find her lingering. Often in the corners of rooms just within your peripheral. Wisps of golden sand hair, tangled with seaweed. Cracked skin. Coral for Continue reading
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“my own world of make-believe”
“You ever get tired of being this way kid?” his voice mocks me. “You ever just want to quit?” “Why quit? We’re just getting started.” The smoke of burning rubber fogs the empty street. In the distance, their taillights are swallowed by the void. They’ll come back. They always do. “Yes, whenever you need them Continue reading
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“I miss the comfort in being sad”
So this is how the story ends, how the curtain falls on our performance. We’re standing on stage, standing ovation. Looking among the audience, panicked, we search for familiar faces. Curtsy. Take a bow. Offered the bouquet of roses and hold them high above our heads. Depression is more than just feeling sad. It’s drowning Continue reading
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“You’re gonna keep my soul”
It’s something I keep replaying over and over and over to the point that I can no longer differentiate between the pantomime and the reality. We exist in a vacuum of my creation. Because it’s safer this way, right? And at some point you just have to let yourself be happy. But the pieces don’t Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 