water walking

You’ve sunk low and fast until you’re down and struggling to keep your head above the waves. Why, before you were walking on water and now you’re sinking in it. How can you go from up there where you were steady and sure, to down here where you’re struggling just to keep you head above […]

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this second

I’ve got a mechanism for you, where you can sprout what you think. It feeds into this urge we have inside us to be heard every moment of every day. It’s instant gratification, instant regret. It’s all out with a click, and while it can be retracted at a later date, it can never be […]

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choppy seas

What do you do when you’re all churned up? Like the sea after a stormy night that is grey and choppy. The water in its rage has ripped seaweed from their roots and picked up debris from other beaches. Now all the mess just floats around, ducking and bobbing and going through the motions. You […]

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when progress comes to shove

Progress comes in an orange truck and its connected trailer. It rumbles up the cobbled bluestone drive and parks right there in the middle. It is letting no one else in, nor out. It has taken the place it thinks rightfully belongs to it. Front and centre, without a care for squished feelings or bruised […]

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counterfeit freedom

What’s phony and fake and binds you without your knowledge? It’s counterfeit freedom with all the cuttings and trimmings of freedom. Free, sort of. Free, it’ll do. Free, till the next day rises. Because that’s freedom-tainted. That’s freedom-earnt. And we accept it because it’s all we’ve ever known. We don’t know what else is out […]

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polka dot scars

Do you know a girl with cigarette burns in her skin? Scarred little polka dots, that dot all over her. It’s not sweet, nor pretty especially when you consider that that’s her childhood etched into her skin. Burn for burn. Ash for ash. She’s still only just a child, but she carries a child inside […]

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the last word

He gets the last word in, yes, He does. Every time. Even when the life that you built with blood and tears is crumbling all around you. The foundation was strong and the walls weren’t paper thin. The roof had its holes, but nothing can be perfect. For it was yours and yours to keep […]

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