Could have done a long over due ‘Writerly Week’ tonight but since I’ve only just begun to have time again I think I’ll wait till next time and make a proper list of what I’ve been up to. :) In the mean time, here’s some miscellaneous thing that jumped out of my skull. Haven’t posted something like this in awhile so pardon the quality and give it a read.

My inspiration was something I said, something along the lines of:

When I can get out from beneath this self-clutter…

I am here.

Beneath the scars of a cluttered past and the rotten covered strawberries of her romance. Beneath our silver pedigree and crimson charm. Beneath cardboard courthouses, paper sins, and quarters in a jar.

Between window bars and shattered glass. Between one soft voice and wish upon a comet. Between the polka dots and an empty casket- both speaking for the presence they would always never hold. Between abrasion and comfort, and blood upon the wall.

Beneath dancing shadows and moon layered masks. Beneath the billiard tables and brittle bones, the blue green glow of double stained glass, greasy food, and filthy hands.

Between one-hundred blankets and the rock hard floor. Between book dust and burning candles, the impression and the act. Between the pavement and the night caressing silent steps.

Between vodka and coffee. Beneath hay and horse shit. Between skin and the blade. Beneath the scabs- I am here!

Beneath the words, beyond the wisdom. Within the meaning and above the drama.

I am here.

Waiting for you.