She was waiting. Everything was so slow these days. Even those things that were to be rushed went at a snail’s pace. Then again what would be the point in rushing if you just hurried up to wait? None if it mattered, anyway. You rush to become dirt. […]
Under or over? She wondered if people truly cared about stuff like. Which way to place the toilet roll. Of all the things in the world to worry about. But she did have to worry about so many things that she felt she was drowning. Hence, her thoughts […]
Wait. Wait. Wait. Everyone is in a hurry. Everyone has to wait. Sip some water. Tap the fingers. Look around. And, wait. It was all part of some hunger games context. Zero sum game. Everyone looking out for themselves. She was tired of that perspective. But what was […]
Time to start the day. Tick tock. Tick tock. Time to get the coffee going. Time to put the smile on the face. Time to grin and bear it. Time is ticking away. Time to hold the back sturdy. Time to stop biting the nails. Time to punch […]
She had listened to tbe rainfall all night. And, her mind raced and her heart stirred. She was uneasy. Tears had streamed down her cheeks and she couldn’t sleep. She then sprung up and went to see the stage. The empty stage. Emptiness. She had felt it all […]
It was a new year but everything felt old and used. Where was the vibrancy, she wondered. Her myriad of random stuff was orderly put together. But that orderly set of items disturbed her. She wanted random chaos as that kept her mind busy. Order was boring and […]
It was a new year. A fresh start to nothing. What fresh start comes which a midnight chime? This is no Cinderella story. One has to even wonder, if the shoe fit her so specifically and perfectly, how it even slipped off of her to begin with. But […]
The thing is, she’s dangerous. That’s what she had been told. Laughable, really. Sitting on the bathroom floor popping a xanax didn’t make her feel dangerous. Yet, there was that boom, boom, boom beat to her heart. It pounded and drove her dangerously to the edge of reality […]
Yes. She indeed felt like Dorothy on tbe yellow brick road. She had a lion, scarecriw and tin man in her life. All were flawed and all kept trying to take her down a red, green and purple road. There really was no reason to be on the […]
Her heart was racing. She wanted to breathe in and breathe out calmly. But she couldn’t. Her breathing was staggered. Her hands were shaking. She was dropping everything in hand except for her fears and anxieties. She could hear the thrush in her own ear and head. She […]
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