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Life in the bay.

Families are a strange thing.

Every morning I woke up on the bay there would be squawking little groups and in the evening, I’d be greeted by the same. I imagined it was a bit like them saying goodbye for the day and then coming home to spend the evenings together.

It’s an interesting thing to think about. It seems small

I don’t know if the birds in the bay are what humans consider families, but I like them all the same.

There are birds that speak to each other in the morning when I wake up and in the afternoon just as the sun is setting. I imagine it’s a bit like families leaving for the day and then coming home to spend the evenings together.

Weather is a strange thing here. In Chicago, fog is an ominous, cold thing. Here, I welcome it.

Titleless

You did this. I blame you and you deserve it. If you only knew the damage you were causing…well, I’m not sure you’d care anyway.

You were supposed to hold my little gloved hand. You were supposed to protect your little girl. You were supposed to care when I could have died.

You were supposed to love me so that I could learn what it was like to love. But you didn’t. And I don’t.

You were supposed to want me so that I wouldn’t have to seek out being wanted from people who never did.

But you didn’t.

And you don’t.

Death by a thousand cuts

“Will you go to the dance with me?”

“Nothing in particular, what did you have in mind?”

Lost connections you wish you’d never lost.

Every time a new possibility, a lost opportunity and the life feels sucked from me.

I wonder why me. Why not me.

I wonder why I bothered to change in the first place. I was miserable, but knew where I stood.


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