im not sure when the pedestal my father once stood on crumbled

his voice once made magic from oxygen and took me to fairytale lands 

i cannot go there now while im clenching my fists under the table wishing he would stop pulling apart my mind

i think of little me barrelling to the door when i heard him come home from work as i slip into my room and try to look busy

i wonder w...

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i will miss you but i will be okay 

you will join ghosts of other gone people

haunting my memories and my heart

and i will be okay

i will laugh and i will cry

for you and over you and not for you

i will look over my shoulder and laugh

and i will be okay

maybe we’ll speak again

catch up and you’ll be sorry

but maybe you’ll never try to right your wrongs

an...

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immediately after i finish a book i have to start another. 

rinse and repeat. always moving. don’t get too attached. 

i worry that if i don’t pick up another book immediately i may never do so again

i fear i’ll become forever lost in the chasm 

grasping for characters who’s stories have ended and unable to move onto the next

if i didn’t fear the nothingness i could learn m...

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