My world seems to always be spinning out of control. I feel as though I am never winning when I stop to pay the toll, to that troll, who lives beneath the bridge that now swings open. My wings have yet to fail me, even when my heart has been broken. Pay the token, pay the dime. No matter what you toss my way, I’ll dance for you every time. And when the rest stand and stare in puzzled bits of wonder, I’ll spread my wings t...

Would you believe what happened to me just yesterday? I ran into Doubt again. That grumpy man is always in my way, and he steals away my grin. Well, today I say fuck him! I practice staying here, being fully present in the now. But yesterday I let that old Mr. Doubt get to me somehow. He tells me I am silly to believe the things you say. He shows bits and pieces to make me lean his way. And I hate to admit, sometimes I do...

Fuck! I wish I didn’t care. I wish I could walk away and never look back, forgetting everything, feeling nothing. I should never have come here. I certainly don’t belong here. Belong. What a strange word that I’ve never really experienced. People call me crazy, lazy, and oh, what was that you called me? Ditsy. That’s all it took and I was hooked. I go weeks without you, and I never ever care less. Or remember less, or wan...

I have always felt that we’ve already met. Perhaps in a past life, or maybe a few. Remember the night we met? Chasing that rabbit, just me and you? And the nights we found the wormhole, but we were too afraid to really let go? I know what I know and am blessed to have another mate for my soul. I love holding your hand on our midnight stroll. And those days when we feel that life has taken its toll, and everything has spun...

Here I am again thinking of you, and I fear the worst my friend. I push, and I push so no one will stay. I often forget you never go away. It is a struggle, but that’s not my fear. I lay here in agony, and now there are tears. I want never to cause you pain. I am insane. They say love makes us do crazy things, and maybe it does. I have always been lazy, so I don’t do crazy things, but I think them. I think the worst thing...

I know that you have said that everyone lies and that everyone tells little white lies, and I guess I am the same. My name. I’ve told you. That is true. I am who I say I am. I am yours as you’ve asked me to be. But I sit here, thinking of the little white lies and am struggling to find those that I have told you. I look around and see, what appears to be, no trace of the real me. But this I know for certain, I hide behind...

I found some footprints in the snow. Although I didn’t know where they would go, I followed them just the same. The snowstorm in my brain makes me ask once again, am I sane? Will the footprints ever stop and reach a destination? My tormented soul following in isolation. I know I can’t go on, how long have I been gone? Following the footsteps of someone, something, without meaning. Wondering why there is no intervening. No...

Everything is such a mess. Everything I touch turns to dust and every time I speak, you look at me with disgust. I don’t know who to trust and wonder is this love or lust. And I don’t want to care about those who stare. I don’t want to share with anyone who is sometimes there yet never fully aware. Maybe it’s true and I think too much. Maybe I love and care and such. Or maybe it is that I am sick with love, with wanting s...