March 2012
13 posts
“Human skin, can be hard to live in.”
– Seabear
The ice is getting thinner..
Sometimes we don’t want to be helped, we want to mess up, we want to feel the excitement of a rush. But sometimes we want both to be helped and feel the rush. Getting over the mourning of a death has been one of the most difficult things I have had to accomplish; after Joel’s death I guess my life began to go downhill for about two years. Within those two years I discovered life...
A Winters Melody
A Winters Melody
Whiskey winters saunter through my core;
On the rocks, sweaty glass but the nights hold so much more.
Windy winters whisper symphonies into my windows,
Breathing ice on my skin piercing cold through my pores.
Black curtained night buried its décor tonight,
No candle lit sky, just the moon on its side.
Weary winters slowly yawn gnawing on my skin,
Humming lullabies to the rhythm...
