A Comfortable Close
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”
“We are a comfortable close.”
And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”
“We are a comfortable close.”
And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.
I read a gifted book after the one who gifted it left my life. It helped me understand what went wrong. We were lost in translation.
A friend defined love as ‘a form of OCD’. I pondered the idea and it gave me a way out of an end-of-love situation.
Glasses that have to be just perfect for the drink they contain.A plaintive voice asking Don’t you serve wine in wine glasses? accompanied by a distressed-disgusted look.Non-plussed over why it is such a big deal. Amused.Thoughtful…I can’t bear to sit on a bed that has anything on it…clothes, books, bags,…
Two poems and some insights through the breathing. The poems are called ‘Patchwork Relationship’ and ‘Wrong Time’
A re-telling of this 55-word tale also titled ‘An Idle Mind’ as a writing exercise. Give me your thoughts. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Luke walked out of the door and stretched. It had been awhile since he had gone outside. What next? he wondered. His eyes darted over to Guy lounging about, nearby….
How do you truly forgive when you cannot forget?