Chewing On Glass…

There’s a moment when
Everything feels lost
There are moments when
Everything feels so lost
Then there are moments when
Everything feels lost
And there’s a moment when
Everything feel so lost
But there are also moments when
Everything feels lost
Because there are moments when
Everything feels so lost
More of a statement then
A revelation of another time

There’s no reason to be an asshole about it…

All those words I forgot
Burned into my skin
Forever with me until I rot
How could I ever forget
What it is that has been
Carved into me on the day I was born
Out of the ashes and back into the flames
Dying is easy it’s living that’s the pain
Picking myself back up again and again
Each new scar hurts less than the last
New memories of a time that’s gone by
All your words I could forget
With your love disfigured across my skin

The isolation was good for me in some way…

Working on something to say
Words of encouragement
Sentences I can stab into my head
You can do this…
Things aren’t so bad…
There’s still plenty of time…
Just do it…
I’m still working on it… I guess…

It might possibly be too hot to think… Maybe I should turn off a few of these space heaters?… I don’t know… thoughts are still somehow working their way in… I don’t know about you… but not every great idea is really all that great… Might be time to watch the Shinning once again… it has only been a few days… but I’m having a hard time remembering why they could just make friends with the spirits?… I mean Jack seemed to be getting along with them just fine… Maybe I’m just being too critical and Stephen King isn’t half the writer we thought he was…   

I don’t normally write or think of stories in terms of fantasy… but I’m really hung up on the idea of a character named Step-Hen King of the Hens right now… He could be the king of… well the Hens naturally… A covenant of writers from Hendover on the isles of… and this is why I don’t write fantasy… I can’t come up with a name for made up shit to save my life or anyone I actually love… that’s probably why my daughter’s lifeless body is resting at my feet… it was a test that I failed in my own mind… who said writing doesn’t have consequences?…

That none of this was life and death… though if we are splitting hairs and painting pictures about what’s going on around here… it is is only logical to mention that it is hotter than hell in here and a real lack of water isn’t helping… maybe I should really turn off a few of this space heaters… But not every great idea is really all that great… It sort of feels like I am locked inside some sort of endless loop… shrugs… Until next time… Hope all is well…