aceblade's works for Friday, October 19, 2012

Mom, when did you know me? Was I a thought that whispered in your ear long ago? Like that first, fall-breeze that blew your pettycoat. Or, Maybe it was after sister was born, You may have came up with my name within the 35 month difference between us, Your story says that she wanted to name me... Sign in to see full entry.

my weakness, a numbness of the heart, one palpatation from no-more, silence, combined is not alive, so, not to feel, nor hear my thoughts, are the only emotions, or senses, left, yet, I reach towards the warmth of the sun, fingers stretched, eyes-wide-open, hoping, to feel again. Sign in to see full entry.