earendil

The streetlights stand cold against my eyes, glazed with disinfectant and a hint of resentmenttoward the way they tower above me like trees;I can only howl with the wind at ...

There are times for feeling fragile -perhaps you would call it paranoid -but sometimes I find myself curledagainst a dark corner, palms downin a white grip along the maple grain.Ideally, ...

This sky will betray you. At this very moment, you're sitting in a chair,adjusting your eyes to the light of your windowand learning how to be alone. You're learning thatno ...

I am ready, I am ready, I am ready, I amColorblind-- the soldiers are coming, the soldiers are coming, shoulder to shoulder they march across the barren landlike crawling scar ...

in the middle of a fieldrests a suicide dangling byan empty phone line-- lost words,silent eyes watching pigeonscrash into windows, birds of a feather diving downand shaking the world. Spoiler! ...

I saw today a little golden bird, perched high upon a bar stool; she sings to me, sometimes I imagine this is how it must feel to fly too close ...

More or less a rambling bit-- the writer is reflecting on the status of him/herself and his/her relationships. No specific background story, no filters and/or embellishments-- just a flash of passing thought.

an idea, more or less. be kind. suggestions welcome.