Nothing about him strikes the imagination, which is why I force myself to look. His blue, collared long-sleeve is tucked into khaki pants. The shirt fits well, but is not tailored, and I assume the pants are straight-fit. He wears glasses, as a constant fixture I would guess, from the the thin wire rims inconspicuously […]
So happens, there are infinitely more wrong words than right ones.
The Right Words exist for everything.
My point here is I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love, but we have to start deeper than that. I don’t know if I’ve ever been understood. I don’t know if I’ve met anyone with the eye to watch past my words. And I don’t know if I’m capable of knowing such a […]
Her makeup and her hair don’t match. The hair is thin, and graying through the artificial coloring. Her hairline is receding, from age and stress, from the cumulative days she’s spent scraping it back, ripping the follicles from the scalp one by one. Today she’s pressed it back with a band, opening the curtains on […]
Sometimes I think I’m too late to turn things around.
Writing is itchy.