
San Antonio, TX


I wish I could take a scalpel to this head... To release the tension... To peel back the layers... And just dig inside. Even it's just for a moment... So I can finally see what it's relentlessly trying to hide.
You say I'm not the same person I used to be, And for once I actually agree. Because that compliant girl you knew back then... Was never truly me.

With a lowered head and red rimmed eyes... She held back her tears while praying to survive.
Like a flick of a switch she's gone. Desolate and lost in her own head. Quietly questioning... Compulsively contemplating... And savagely sifting... Through every last fragment in her mind.

*Picture taken by me in Sunset Beach, NC.
Sometimes pieces of you become woven and entwined back into my life... Briefly creating a fabric of warmth and familiarity... That invariably returns to feeling as cold as ice.
As I wake up this morning to year twenty-eight, I think about all that has happened... And all that still awaits.
I hate myself for what I put you through... And I hate myself more for what I still want to do.
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