You talk about your death as if we were discussing the weather. Continue reading I am afraid to let you go.
It had been three years since I was first thrust into a setting in which friendship was to feature most prominently – school, yet it did not seem like I would grasp this alien concept anytime soon. Continue reading Mask Off
G and B: When I was younger, my father and I never got along really well. Not at all, in fact.
It’s dark out, clouds a puffy grey against the inky blue-black of the night. Continue reading The Three Minute Marathon
“……and when the space you take up grows more and more, the places you look for are those without you. But I was too present, alone, a singular existence under the spotlight. In the display case, that harsh light excluded and made you blind. It was the loneliness of knowing yourself, the loneliness of knowing yourself more than anyone ever would. Continue reading -Do you recognize who (what) you are?