Friday, January 14, 2011

Zoloft


Maybe if I take these medications like the doctor ordered, daily with a bite of food, you too will slip from my brain when my depression does.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The World of What

What if that night, as we stood under the moon light, I leaned in and kissed your lips?

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Monday, January 10, 2011

The Art of Letting Go

Your throat closes. You feel it coming. The future. The inevitable. Traveling from state to state. Border to border. To speak inaudible words. Noises from our mouths with little meaning. To feel things that were felt years before, but forgotten. Nothing ever changes, not even the faces. Just the places.