This is a growing collection of my stories. I appear to favour writing about sex and death, not always together. I'm also writing two books. Some days it feels like most other people inhabit a world where you can aimlessly wander into vendor-created wonderlands and purchase things you never knew you needed - for entertainment. The mind boggles. I believe it's because I wasn't allowed to watch television as a child. I just don't get some things. I'm ok with that
Monday, September 27, 2010
Its so cold. I'm shivering but I don't think its just the cold. I've got a cold heart, cold because the last time I saw you I shouted at you as you left. I've got a stone where my love for you should be and it's wearing me out.
I'm a balloon, tethered at a knot and every time something I know and trust shifts, a long way away from me, one of the stays snaps and a bit of the air rushes in to pull me from the ground.
The balloon bobs, straining at it's stays. I'm sure I want you, though this isn't a happily ever after. Don't tell me that's not what I want.