This morning my legs carried me, to the peaks of mountains. Not long ago, my ears heard no sound of commotion. At a quarter past nine, my hands could touch the skies. As the sun rose through the clouds, I could smell the pines. Not long after dawn, I gazed down upon valleys. As midday […]
Tag: sadness
Vacancy
I have found a room in the house, that you would no longer haunt. I have barricaded myself in this room, and have tried to dream your ghost away. But your wailing fills the halls. And your shrieks echo in the stairwells. Your chill seeps through the cracks, and your lavender tinged perfume wafts in […]
VOIDINTOHOPEEPOHOTNIDIOV
Never, is there a time and place to replace, that which is lost. Naught is the spot to look for that which was mistook. No more, is the area we canvas for that which can’t be fixed. Nothing, is the void, where we stash all we once held close. No chance, is what we give […]
Filling in before filling out.
I intended to write this before the holiday. Intending an, inspired by traditional ideas of love, passion, and romance, post, then, presenting a tempered, sardonic, counterpoint. But, with scrutiny of this supposed holiday, I find that its existence feeds off of guilt, insecurity, compulsion, and unabashed commercial exploitation, of emotion, fragility, and a vacuous longing to […]
Open Heart Cataclysm (XIX)
Tristan rose, unhurriedly, from his kneeling position. He turned, and made his way back to the bathroom. He moved in a confidently, curiously relaxed manner. When he returned to his prior position, facing the mirror, he brought his hand up and regarded the object pinched between his fingers. It was several inches long, made of […]
Open Heart Anguish (XVII)
“You followed me?” she stammered. His answer was devoid of emotion. “That’s correct, I did follow you.” “You can’t be serious. This must be a joke.” “If I was acting a prankster, and my admission of tailing you when you left the house but a simple, roguish trick, this entire scene would be far more […]
Open Heart Shadow (XVI)
Tristan walked toward the open door with an energetic swagger. He ignored the pitiful moans coming from the mangled figure behind him. He could feel a tingling rush of energy, power, and virility, surging through his body. It had been a considerable time since he had this type of sensation. He tried to recall when […]
Once Upon a War Crime
There we were, You and I. Staring into, each others eyes. Then we were, so sublime. Together forever, Once upon a time. There we were, intertwined. Nothing concerning, Naught in mind. Then we were, passionate and blind. Engulfed in each other, two stars aligned. There we were, without care. Content in the moment, going nowhere. […]
Prestidigitation
What is fear without a rush? What of confidence without doubt? What is ecstasy without melancholy? What of silence without song? It’s the great emotional sleight of hand, the divulging of one and sublimation of the other. It’s the perfect sentimental illusion. Proffering grandness while shrinking another. What is anger without meekness? What of love without […]
The great sadness of old socks
Over time I have amassed a considerable collection of single socks. I would do a load of laundry, and find that there were a few socks that were lacking their mate. These halves of a pair I would throw into a drawer, intending that when another load of laundry was complete, I would match them with their […]