I could practically hear the grimace over the phone. Without words his lips still managed to say I thought women wanted weddings. I do. I want a wedding…of just the two of us and a pastor. Maybe a couple witnesses. They … Continue reading
I heard him come into my room and I stirred from my sleep. “Baby are you awake?” “Come be with me.” I said with sleep still tainting my words. Groggy I patted the empty side of the bed. I felt … Continue reading
When the Real Estate agent finally showed up (a half hour late), I took my boyfriend in to see the house. We noticed the obvious power and water cut off notices on the door. Clearly the owner of the place … Continue reading
“Honestly Em, you can legitimately live in that house for the same amount you’re living in your apartment.”
I thought about it for days already. The place was cute. In a quiet neighborhood with lots of families living on that street. The upstairs wasn’t finished, but it wasn’t hard to finish it up. Just new flooring through all of it, 4 sheets of drywall, a tub, and some paint. Good as new. Could make it completely my own. It had a tiny yard. Perfect. I could probably cut that lawn with a scissors in 3 hours. The yard was shared with the firehouse. That would be great for insurance. Plus asking price was wayyyy under $50,000.
“I’ll have him take a look at it.”
My boyfriend and I have been talking marriage for almost 9 months now. His insecurity with moving to Wisconsin had mainly been the big question: “Where are we going to live?” I had intended for the house hunt to happen with both of us present for most of it. But I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Not right now. It was too difficult for him to get over here. Too much hassle with work and obligations for him to see places in the flesh. I just happened to be anticipating my lease being up in October, and I was sick of renting. So I started looking for places to live. Something fairly small. When this two flat popped up I was interested. It had one of those curved roof lines. Brand new roofing too. I wanted to see it in person.
The realtor who was selling it was a member of my church. My parents and I asked to set up a viewing. My dad is a Contractor and a licensed Inspector. We did a walk through. I fell in love with the first floor and saw so many possibilities with the unfinished second floor. I had dreams about this house. I told my boyfriend about it when I got home. I talked to my financial people about my options. I talked to my aunt about real estate stuff…most of which I didn’t know much about at all. We figured it all out. Set up a plan.
Now I just gotta get him to see it and see how he likes it.
“It’s been so long.” She said on the phone, and hearing her voice only made me miss her more deeply than I even realized. I had been ignoring how much I missed everyone from school. It was painful to think … Continue reading
I feel as if I have nothing left to offer you, parasite that you are.Go ahead. Sink your fangs in. You’ll be disappointed. I have nothing left to offer but these hollow veins and this battered heart. You see you were not the first, and I assure you they’ve done their job. They’ve taken what they could. Which is everything. Everything their pincers and tendrils and claws could take. Everything their mouths could draw out of me they’ve taken. Now it’s your turn and I have nothing but a vast emptiness that delves into what once were glorious depths. You call. I answer as nothing answers. With silence.
If my heart had anything to say, it would probably scream it out into the voids in hopes someone would hear it. If it had anything to say it might say it in the sound of broken glass muffled by the fluid within and around it. Or it might quiver quietly and whimper a quite sadness. Whatever it might do if it had something to say isn’t really what matters. What matter is it has nothing to say.
A friend of mine posted this on Facebook. I’m interested to see how people respond to it. It’s so philosophical. It forces me to ask so many other questions. Like, do I sacrifice my own morals because of the failing … Continue reading
I am but a series of motions That becomes a graceful stillness I am but a series of spoken words That become a sacred silence I am just a glimmer of light That falls into the shroud of shadow I … Continue reading
They are without vision
When they are rootless
To stretch themselves
Open, wounded, and vulnerable
Hoping without optimism
A period of destruction
Troubled and poignant
Burning themselves alive
Without a single flame
Without a pulse
Leaning on one another
For however long they must
Just another set of
Waiting for some kind of