Stories from my Mind

When the Waves Come Crashing Down A sunny day, calm and relaxing. Time spent in the warm sand, soaking in life. Feet digging in sand with the water lapping lazily over them. No stress, mind drifting. Yourself breathing easily as you begin to drift into a deep lull. Soothing. The tides roll in, slowly rising to your ankles, your calves. You pay no mind. You're in your zone, transfixed on that which brought you here; peace, at last. No longer do you worry about the day-to-day. There is no pain resting heavily on your chest, your mind, while you absorb all that is good surrounding you. If only you could have reached this point sooner. There would be more life to enjoy. The tides continues to rise, silently crawling towards your knees, your thighs. You ignore the water as best you can. The heaviness of the sand, as it entrenches your legs feels kind of good. You shift just enough to break up the sand and ease back into tranquility. The water continues to wash over you an...

Moist Suggested By: Lizzie Bourne A dampness hangs in the air as the rains start to subside and the cloud begin to part. I stand there in the same spot where you left me, still in shock, mouth slack in disbelief. My mind races, wondering where things took their turn. As of then, there had been no inkling that this was how you felt; no clues left for me to find, no train of breadcrumbs for me to follow to your thoughts. And now I am here in this stickiness hanging about, tears rolling down my face, or is that just the wetness from the rains? There is a mugginess in my mind, holding on to all of the memories between us. Was it all a lie? I breathe in the dankness of the air around me, choking my throat, as was the feeling when my heart jumped it's way there when you said goodbye for the last time. Suffocating. The dripping from the gutters above, where my life currently resides, jolts my from my daze. I turn and walk, not knowing what is driving me as I feel as I lost ...

Redemption Suggested by: Marc Delcort Fradera I'm struggling. As I sit here on the battlefield that is my life, I take in the air around me and wonder where I went wrong. There are no real, physical weapons around me, yet the fields, for miles, are soaked with the blood and tears of those I have crossed paths with. I don't know how it happened. What I once thought of as right has, apparently, been very, very wrong. It was a mistake, throwing myself into the fray; a battle that had nothing to do with me in the first place. Yet somehow, despite coming in ill-prepared and without the knowledge of it's beginnings, nor fully understanding the manner in which this war was to be fought, I managed to break through the line, disarming and cracking the armor of my now foes, rendering them as defenseless to me as I was to them. With nothing but the words in my head, and my ink-stained hands, I have decimated everything around me, leaving behind the devastation and destr...

Change is Weakness Entering the Body Suggested By: Jean Cottrill A coldness settles within you, one that eats away at you, freezing your thoughts to a moment quickly becoming lost, causing confusion and pain and worry. Worry that you'll never get back that which you so long for; confusion as to how things have seemingly stopped in their path, halting your life as you knew it; Pain that stabs deep in your subconscious that will seemingly never cease, as you try to adjust to this new way of life. Life. You never see what's coming as much as you think. The branching paths that you, without notice, know which to take now have road blocks  stretching across their width, limiting your choice to one that is unfamiliar and frightening. As much as you want to avoid it, in this instance, you cannot. You are forever stuck with this decision. That pain comes back and gnaws at you, desperately clinging to the notion that there had to be a different way for you to go. There ju...