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I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you died. It was a Monday and I was out driving in the rain. There was thunder flashing in the sky, and I passed by an incandescent sign glowing a prosthetic green, and I thought about treating myself with the world’s best coffee. I’ll admit it – I never … Continue reading
There was a man and he died and that would be the end of the story if he didn’t end up opening his eyes after it all. But he’s human and they’re stubborn and the only world they know is the one in front of their nose. If they sneeze, it – that world described … Continue reading
If I could be in any book, I would want your curves to be my pages. My fingers would smooth themselves carefully over your corners, though I’d find it difficult to believe you had any straight edge on you. Your spine would bind each story, and each moment of blissful happiness coupled against each moment … Continue reading
Because no matter how many things are said, how many moments are shared, everything changes, everything grows older. Castles can crumble. Forests can be cut down. And two twins can stand where they were, 11 years after the fact, and not recognize it. I guess what I’m saying is that sometimes one thousand words are … Continue reading
As I try to type, my fingers feel foreign and heavy. I’ve been gone a while, that goes without saying. My wrists crack over the keyboard and I can’t help but shift here and there and then here again in an attempt to find a comfortable position in my chair. Unfortunately, there is none. All … Continue reading
….a life I thought that I would never be so fortunate to live. A beautiful life. Yet as I write, wrists worn by the ceaseless shaking of rheumatoid give way to the babbling of bones and a stomach fueled by little more than the desires of a sweet tooth precariously rumbles around like a dam … Continue reading
Dear you, I promised you I wouldn’t lie. But it’d be far from the truth if I said that for a better part of a year, I didn’t think about you. I tried. I really did. I forgot your favourite colour was salmon pink. I forgot about your favourite restaurant. But for one reason or … Continue reading
If breakfast is the most important meal, then today must be the most important day in my life for today is the day that I will have breakfast with anyone I want to. Everything has to be prepared. One slip up, and I might certainly be disappointed. Both of us might. Who knows – my … Continue reading
As I sit here, I am moving ever so closer to death. The room feels tighter, my hands that much stiffer. It’s as though I can feel my youth seeping from my veins, my life escaping with each breath. Watching the flickering of a cursor, I can’t help but wonder how many blinks of the … Continue reading
If you are looking for advice, then look elsewhere. The only advice you’ll ever find here is that there is no advice at all – at least, none I could give you. Instead, I’ll tell you what a man once told me. With clothes that fit like a circus tent and shoes that fell apart … Continue reading
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