January 2012
3 posts
Meet me at the edges of inspiration. Where brain meets brilliance and a heart screams in quiet desperation. Find the corners of the page and margins for no error. Where writing takes to a passion, a fury and pleading fervor.
Read my story, a war against myself. My own self-centered journal on a dusty bookshelf. Then again, don’t even try. I doubt you’d understand. You’ll see...
Why?
I’m holding on to this pen like a lifeline. Riding on waves of ink, away from this lifetime. Words upon words upon words strewn across these pages. And no one to fill the hollowed empty spaces.
Too many mistakes and hope’s dwindling fast. Too many choices unmade and questions unasked. But there’s so much ahead and the light is far from fading. There’s so much to do, so...
Monotone to Crimson in Under a Lifetime
Every story is supposed to have a beginning, middle and end. But I doubt this one has anything but a moment. Before we get to that though….
Kid’s his name. No more than an ordinary student, middling grades with a few failures, no standout talent and decent but nowhere-near-handsome looks. He was tall though. That and his blank but somehow scowling face gave people the wrong impression...
