I noticed the other day that when I went to you it didn’t feel as it had before. I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel like this place was a part of me as it always had been. It felt cold and distant –something unknown- separate from me. I sat in my car readying myself…
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the blank page
I have sat down to write everyday this past week and every day I have stared at a blank page. The page’s lines taunting my unmoving hand, judging it’s silence. My heart beats chaning from a steady rhythm to a slow thump. After an hour I closed the book – unable to stare any longer…
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