A Story a Day: Day 12

You read stories because you want to escape the world.

You read stories because you want to escape the world.

You write stories because you want to escape yourself.

a golden truism

dust on the window-seat, and an opening: when did someone last sit here?

dirt on the window-pane, and a question — beaten, brazen, cleansing

take it out of yourself and give it to someone, something, else

just speak your truth or forever hold your peace

it is now, and that was then, and we are wandering

question[s] flood

do you remember?

did you forget?

can you, would you, won’t you?

do you [even] want to?

some kind of therapy is all I need

[please believe me]

time takes no prisoners

these shackles are a gift

tell me what matters

gotta stay present, innit