Writing in the Dark

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I need time to breathe Or to time my breaths By 1...2...3   But the counting creates a mood of apathy and emptiness Like I can’t stay awake like this— And I’ve missed the reason For methodically breathing In and out.   It’s broken down for peace, Not destructive thoughts That beat up my heart,… Continue reading 1 2 3

Writing Conversations, Writing in the Dark

Listen

Talking sounds more like listening To bursts of thunder crackling in the distance Filling the room with static Until the build up in our space becomes charged with rage-- Until everything has changed-- Until our bodies become nothing but pieces of wreckage: A chaotic explosion for the barren wasteland Where our minds are left behind… Continue reading Listen

Writing in the Dark

Left Behind

Depression: an absence of hope, filled with apathy, sitting in an empty house devoid of any colors or windows or doors. Sometimes I can hear a low rumbling drone, like a constant flow moving away from me, but I can't place it. I can't decipher or understand what this sound is, or where it is… Continue reading Left Behind

Writing in the Dark

Heavy Listening

Words are lost in translation and my mind is a blur of yes and no and run, but I wait for someone to step out of this blur and say something that sounds like a warm greeting-- a hello from quiet mornings and coffee-- but my thoughts are too light for the harsh reality that… Continue reading Heavy Listening

Writing Conversations

Overseas

I don’t care about the mosquitoes. It only keeps me on my toes, And reminds my skin to be tough So I can live in the differences. I don’t care about the lack of electricity. It only keeps me close to you And it reminds my eyes to search harder Through the dark so I… Continue reading Overseas