sillycanadianwriter

I try to avoid wearing shoes, even the metaphorical kind. There’s something about being touched by every blade of grass and affectionately scratched by every crack in the sidewalk that dares me to take another step. And sometimes I need that. And sure, after a while you find your feet stained black with asphalt, and some people think that’s ugly. Once or twice, you’ll probably notice a friendly piece of glass in the side of your toe, but at least in my experience, there’s always been someone who will gladly knock a stranger’s door and ask for tweezers. Maybe wading through waterfalls means I’ll spend a thi

I thought each word would drill into your brain and nibble on the apathy- But you found other substances munching other things in other places. And I became just another person in the way.

I try to avoid wearing shoes, even the metaphorical kind. There’s something about being touched by every blade of grass and affectionately scratched by every crack in the sidewalk that dares me to take another step. And sometimes I need that. And sure, after a while you find your feet stained black with asphalt, and some people think that’s ugly. Once or twice, you’ll probably notice a friendly piece of glass in the side of your toe, but at least in my experience, there’s always been someone who will gladly knock a stranger’s door and ask for tweezers. Maybe wading through waterfalls means I’ll spend a thi

Words can't satisfy me now-- I need sweet, pure sound horrible, mangled sound raw, open sound drug from the spot at the back of your throat you wish didn't exist. Go ahead. Whisper me this nonsense under the covers on these watery nights. I can say anything if I muffle my mouth. Would you have to run to the other side of the world just to call and tell me you loved me? It seems the daylight holds your bravery prisoner. Good. It can keep company with my ears.

I would name her Amelia. I would name her Amelia, and she would have the most gorgeous eyes in the world. Everyone always said if you two got married, your babies would be the prettiest children who ever lived. That sentence seems funny now. I guess you didn't need a wedding. I wish you had told me sooner. If you had told me, then maybe- I could have stopped you, and maybe- She could have come here, and maybe- She could have been mine, and maybe- The two of you would have visited on weekends, and maybe- She'd call you Aunt and Uncle, and maybe- When she was big enough we'd tell her. Maybe, I'd be a good mom. Maybe. I'll name her