I tried telling myself lies about her: She’s an idiot. She’s unstable. She’s not that beautiful. The charms of her smiles, her thoughts, and her scents have no effect on me. But every lie was so foul that it made me sick to pretend they were true. I tried imagining parallel realities where we neverContinue reading “Killing Christina – Part 2”
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Killing Christina – Part 1
Lies are dangerous things. None are more deadly than the ones we tell ourselves. Of all the lies I’ve known there is none worse than the one I told myself about Christina, that she could love me as much as I loved her. * * * Time has its own way of breaking things down.Continue reading “Killing Christina – Part 1”
Falling
There is a reason we call it falling in love We are always looking forward and neglect to see the thing lying at our feet, across the path It only takes a little tangle in our toes or in our ankles to bring our tower of illusions crashing down Crumbling rationality and reason independence andContinue reading “Falling”
The Way I Came In
I’m going out the way I came in: Naked, bald, and screaming I will sink like everyone else Into the quicksand of lost dreams And fading, faulty memories I’m going down the way I came up With the weight of the world pushing in Pushing me, always, forward
Lucky Man
Are you what is called a lucky man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its little care. Yesterday you were trembling for the health of one who is dear to you, today you fear for your own; tomorrow it will be an anxiety about money, the nextContinue reading “Lucky Man”
