A Walk Through Time and Deterioration

The small hand of the clock is on eleven, I reach over to the night stand for a flashlight--without it a long dark trek to the bathroom would lie before me--a daunting route for a five year old from her childhood bed in her Granny's home. Outside the sky is bright for this time of …

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I’ll try to describe it, but I think it’s only for me

Isn't life beautiful in the way that we have so many intimate moments with ourselves? Where no-one else is capable of knowing or understanding? A compilation of calendar years that won't settle to arrange themselves in an agenda. Like when I finally cried, and it was silent and warm. I loved that drive, past the …

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20/20

Don't tell me what its like not to be a dreamer My eyes are wide open, switching through the lenses. Don't tell me what its like not to be a dreamer switching through the lenses, to see which I prefer Don't tell me what its like not to always wonder I'm only waiting for things …

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