This Time

Words fail and save at the same time.

Money clings, leaves shiny invisible trails like a leopard slug, erodes crevasses that must be filled with something else when it disappears.

I remember him again and I don't know why.  Is this my mind, in its caged state, pacing and looking for more memories to finally scrub free forever?

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There was never a heart to begin with.  It only existed to aid respiration, not to love.

why can't we forget people?

Why do we forget the lovely ones?

Music, the other form of transport.

I breathe, and shift, and aim for a little better next time.








*Bazaar Magazine

What The World Gave Me

like i am digging for treasure, and i had a rough map. dig, dig, dig, dig. THUNK. ‘what the hell was that’ .. dig, dig…. clunk. some timber is revealed. I leap into the deep hole and fall to my knees to shove off more dirt and try to see what i’ve uncovered. Yes, it might be The Thing i was searching for. shit, it’s bigger than I thought. Must keep digging. feverishly but knowing i might be onto something. hope. fear. distractions, exhaustion. dirty. what is IN this?!! I can't stop now: obsessed. Only good cam come of this. Dig more.