A Lover’s Dilemma
I live for those moments. I long for each in what seems like eternal gaps between them. It is a lover’s dilemma, this man’s silent suffering.
I live for those moments. I long for each in what seems like eternal gaps between them. It is a lover’s dilemma, this man’s silent suffering.
We swear our oaths based on moments sure to pass, owing one moment to the promise of another, linking things best left unlinked and grounding Angels to an earthly stone.
Like a monster’s grip on the heart, drama strangles the life out of the afflicted and turns them into zombie creatures who feed on its existence.
Neither the summit nor the valley defines me. Each has left its own mark of comedy and tragedy on the pages of my life.
I am unflappable, even as I feel the fear coursing through my mind. I fear so much. I fear losing you, missing your presence in my life. I fear infirmity, and missing out on the […]
Sleep begs me to come to her. I sit in idle stillness within the darkness, tempering the steel within me and harboring no desire to find the weakness that once defined me. Ah, that stillness. […]
They speak in swollen tongues, writhing from the desperate need to feel secure in their dysfunction.