Floating lazily Steam wafting all around me Adrift in the clouds.
I bet I'm not the only one. "Normal" is coming back. Here's the problem: I never was "normal"; I never liked "normal"; I was never able to pull off "normal". I haven't missed it, although the way, many ways, it went missing made me angry and distraught. Returning to it is akin to a death … Continue reading Life on the Outside: Getting Back to Normal When You Never Really Were
Throughout my marriage, two of my husband's most-used phrases have driven me crazy. The first (as in the one which appeared earliest and has been used most often) is "It is what it is." The second, which appeared only a few years ago, is "You don't know what you don't know" and, oddly enough, this … Continue reading Annoyingly Profound, Part 1: “It is What it Is”
In the darkest of the wee hours Quiet save for the white noise of forced heat and the hum of silence I half-wake into that twilight place and find that I am huddled snugly beneath the down My left leg tucked like a puzzle piece between your legs. They are cool. I strain through the … Continue reading Blanket
Fingers meander absently, mindlessly, naively down QWERTY Lane, telling tales of woes of others onto digital paper. Conscious unconsciousness. Sleepwalking, daydreaming, wandering off into dark alleys where thoughts lurk behind pillars shaped like past bodies and faces, grotesque and looming, stalking, pulsing in excited anticipation of pouncing, screaming, pounding, shrieking assault. They are happy. Their … Continue reading Autopilot