Category Archives: Writings
I adored the cute laugh he had when he was happy. He’d spend hours and hours in the dirt driving his trucks around loading rocks. Those were the fun times and now their just faint memories.
I have made my mistakes but so have you, we are not perfect, no one is. But the grudge you hold so deeply is ruining the threads that hold us together. I don’t understand why you insist on damaging the essence of me, the unconditional love a mother has for her child. You destroy everything around you when your not put on a pedestal. You act as if your the constant victim and feed on your need for everyone to feel pity for you. Yet refusing to acknowledge your own crimes and the victims you physically & emotionally hurt. Your actions cut to the very soul.
It’s sad your so young and yet so angry. It seems for you to function in society you have to manipulate people and lie. That tells me you can’t handle the truth of yourself. What you don’t realize is to those who know the truth of you, your truly seen as an individual who can not be trusted and the more you choose to manipulate people will start to turn their backs on you.
Occasionally I will have the odd dream and only remember the fragments of it. Those bits and pieces, sadly don’t make a understandable picture either, just more confusion at best. The other day I awoke remembering some brief oddities of a dream and as I thought about them, they were just rather odd. Like it could be reality yet I know deep down it wouldn’t ever happen like that.
Sadly at this point since I’ve waited to long to even write or think about it, I don’t vaguely remember what it was.
There is no end, no walls, just silence and darkness. What light had once illuminated her world has now diminished and she stands in utter chaos. The strings vibrate delicately around her as the sounds emanate from everywhere.
In her world, there are no bounds. We can not see into her world.
In the dark alley she stood, taking in her surrounds before deciding to move on. She came to this location looking for something, or looking for someone. She kept a low profile and didn’t converse with the locals unless she had to. The name she gave when needed was always a fictitious one, leaving as little of trail as she could. Invisible is how she needed to be.
Although the day was dreary and gray, she sat inside the cafe staring out the window, watching the people walk up and down the streets. What seemed so complacent was soon going to turn into an event of chaos that she was unaware of. She had a few errands to run and was taking a moment in the cafe. As she watched the people outside, she noticed something odd in the distance. The skies that filled were darker, and although on a dreary day that isn’t so unusual, but these clouds were different, didn’t seem match with the rest of the sky. This puzzled her as she stared out and now focused on those clouds.