I am broken.
I am broken.
I am broken.
...and I have no desire to be fixed.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Almost 36
You are free with your third glass of red wine.
You are free with the holes in your worn-out jeans.
You are free with your clean and spotless room.
You are free with your return to a craft that demands more than you are willing to give.
You are free in your scene shop with your tools.
You are free with your design schemes and pencils.
You are free with your always dying cell phone.
You are free in your isolation.
You are free in your silence.
You are free in your disbelief and lies.
You are free in not knowing and not asking.
You, my dear. are not free at all. Would you not think that after almost 36 years, you would want to be free?
You are free with the holes in your worn-out jeans.
You are free with your clean and spotless room.
You are free with your return to a craft that demands more than you are willing to give.
You are free in your scene shop with your tools.
You are free with your design schemes and pencils.
You are free with your always dying cell phone.
You are free in your isolation.
You are free in your silence.
You are free in your disbelief and lies.
You are free in not knowing and not asking.
You, my dear. are not free at all. Would you not think that after almost 36 years, you would want to be free?
Monday, January 21, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Field
There will be things that they will not discover until you join them on this journey. There will be things that they will not know until you begin with them. There will be things that will not be revealed until you walk a few miles with them.
They need you...
Trees & Hills
How do you lose something you have never found? I just want to know how to put into words what it will be like when I lose you...
Wall to Wall
There are too many pieces here.
Too many pieces of glass, of broken heels, of worn-down lipstick...
There are too many pieces here.
Too many pieces of glass, of broken heels, of worn-down lipstick...
There are too many pieces here.
Glass
I did not find it. It was never mine.
It has always been yours.
And it will always be in your hands...
It has always been yours.
And it will always be in your hands...
Friday, January 11, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Way
I do not know if I have chosen this path or if this path has chosen me. All I know is that I do not wish this road upon any other...
Light & Empty
I have become too familiar with destruction and ruin to even recognize the quiet sliver of renewal and reconciliation.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
Going Under
I could only rest in your arms for so long before you pushed me into the arms of someone else.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Sweet Heart
I can honestly confess that I have never been numb to anything in this life, and it is starting to get the best of me. I am not the young girl you all fell in love with. I have had one too many break downs and few too soon broken hearts...
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Blind-Fold
I am not my work, yet my work is me.
I am not what I do, yet what I do is me.
You have fallen in love with what I can do and not who I am.
Ride of Her Life
It took a whole bottle of Merlot for her to forget the words you said to her on that cold November night. For once, slurred words, over-exaggerated gestures, and toes that can't seem to cross at the right moment are getting her through the night. And she has finally discovered that emptiness and your arms are one and the same.
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