Youth

By Daughter. The most perfectly accurate song. Shadows settle on the place, that you left.Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time.From the perfect start to the finish line. And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.Setting fire to our…

Ghosts.

Every space is inhabited with ghosts of you. And of the “we” –together- no longer existing. Every walk. Every talk and thought and moment, I hide you well, tuck you into my inner- most being, so outwardly, naturally, it would seem that you are gone. But, no. Every day I walk to school, knowing you’re…

Originally posted on stories from a friend:
skydiving without a parachute is brilliant until one hits the ground. no, its never the fall, but the impact, that breaks, splinters, obliterates the fragile bones we call a frame. only seconds earlier, when one is falling through the air, it feels as flying might, and the body…