Protected: I Dreamt of You in Black and White

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A Bout

It’s about trying to look for love in all the wrong places. It’s about waking up, alone, in the dark. It’s about searching for angels in the midnight twilight. It’s about standing on edges and staring down. It’s about how you set yourself up to fall. It’s about floating in the water, face down. It’s [...]

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Tether V

At the end of the line was a knife that could not cut, and a gun that could not be fired. I’d had plenty of practice when I made up my mind. I was familiar with the position I was in. I was pretty damn sure I knew where this was going, and what needed [...]

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Tether IV

I sat there. It allowed me to sit. Not where I had stood, but close enough. I could touch the line now. Look at it close enough to see the white dust that never went anywhere. I’d use my finger to erase parts of it, and then draw them back again, fixing that broken white [...]

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Tether II

I’d drawn a line, just before my toes, at the point in which I could walk no further. A simple line it was, simple and white, a slash across the floor, made from some chalk I’d found in my pocket. And there I stood, staring at where my feet met the line.

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Outcome

There is only so much I can hold in each hand. There is only so much I can offer, to someone who is not here. I realize I fall short. I know my promises prove me empty, and my words prove me false. I know that intention and circustance rarely meet, and neither one is [...]

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Word Play

” You know what I hate about them? As in really hate about them. I hate that they are ineffectual. That they, most of the time, do nothing at all. They just sit there and stare back at you. No action, no movement, just inactivity. I hate that they have a tendency to fade away, [...]

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Fault

Perhaps it is my fault that it has come to this. With what I have spoken, I arrive here. With the words I have written, I have built this trap. Each phrase that I ventured has pushed me into this corner. Empty promises of places and times that did not exist have filled me with [...]

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Mono

“And perhaps one day, some day, I will be able to cover that distance. But in the meantime, it feels as though I have nothing to hold on to, not the air in my hand, not a gesture, or even a turn of phrase. What, then, am I looking for? Some part of me believes [...]

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Horizon

In this scene, it’s simple. He sits, amidst the rocks, just beyond the reach of the water. Behind him, a lighthouse, abandoned, empty, in ruins – there is no light, there never was any light. You can see his bare feet, as it rests on a rock, and wonder why it seems he refuses to [...]

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