Right between glass eyes....

Wandering arms and a floating consciousness. Flesh pulled from bone, close to heart, in-between veins. I am so weary in this bold, faceless world. Secrets were whispered into paper-thin ears, and I offered my arms in understanding.

The start to this may be the end to another. You said it, Moneen.

I can't watch this anymore, it's like a bad soap opera that never, ever ends. It's a showcase of the worst of human nature, and it's an ugliness that seeps straight into my blood. Will I always be forced to watch and then left for dead?

Everyone paired off in my dream, in a house by the ocean. I walked to the shore and swam straight out into the sea. I just up and left. Why won't anyone ever speak to me in dreams? Why does it always feel like I'm there but I can't participate?

An old friend, a lake, and the bitter cold. The night grew old, and I slowly slipped away.






"Smoke rings and smoldering eyes, even with clipped wings she flies."
-moi