at the white walls for hours, from the empty side of this bed, as the blue-green chumby begins to fill the room. A single lump, a shadow in the bed, pulls the covers over my naked shoulders. —- Misty tea shifts across the mirrored pavement outside. A plane roars overhead. I could run from here. I could run from the smothering embrace of Appalachia, drive into the wintery drifts and...
No one knows me In the morning No one sees me go walking by And if I listen...– Jackson Frank
We're on a journey.
Everything we’ve said is true—we didn’t choose it, but it happened. As our journey continues: I don’t know where it leads, but we walk it.
a whistling train, coming around the bend, my whole life. If only it was tomorrow; if only I was stable; if only I could grow up, move out, move on, be a man, be a husband, be a father, become a memory. When will it ever come; will I be ready; will I not see it?
in the future
i will not drown myself, and those around me, in silent isolation. i let go…