So please grant me peace from the demons I see. They crowd me and stalk me and won't let me be.
It's something that the majority of people do not pay attention to. We pass each other on streets corners, at the grocery stores, taking the kids to school.
"Everyone rushes in here so damn fast." Jokingly I say to my husband, "they remind me of the horses at the gate at the Kentucky Derby."
I've been floating up here for over an hour. At first I was reading the doctor's lips. They found her frozen. That's crazy, I thought.
They took you from me today. They stole my Blue. Placed me in this grey. All my colors have faded. I can't sleep. I can't function without you.
Standing in the bottle return area. At the wash basin. I'm in WalMart. It's six am. I thought I was alone. Aren't I always alone?
What if I didn't want to? Could I have the choice? Is the alternative still an option? What if I wanted more? Can I raise my hand to be selected?
Too far from home to run. This Depression has me crippled. I can't move. Like a lucid dream; one from which I never awaken.
I sit in silence, I sit in darkness. Like an musician tuning his guitar. Trying desperately to hear your voice. My eyes are wide, my interest piqued.