Today

Red wine.
The color of my dry lips.

Black nails.
The color of my wet tears.

Brown shoes.
The color of the eyes I miss.

White comforter.
The color of your t-shirt I found beneath my bed.

Home

She wrapped the blanket her mother had left her tighter around herself and listened to the cars drive by. It had rained earlier that morning, so she could hear the splashing as they drove through the streets' puddles.

The clouds kept the sun's rays bleak that morning, so she had turned on all the lights in her living room to distract her from the depressing outdoors.

The television's talking heads kept her company as she thought about how unimpressed she was with the mini Christmas tree she'd gotten a week ago. It didn't have enough bulbs and no star on top. It was just as sad as the day was.

She smiled nonetheless. Brooklyn was her new home, and despite her dead end job and singleness, she knew this was where she was supposed to be.

She just wished there was more to it.

Post birthday

I close my eyes as the water droplets hit the top of my head. I try to focus on them as they roll down my arms, my back, my legs...

The water is hot, and I can barely see my hand before me because of the steam. When I squint hard enough, I can imagine someone in front of me, someone standing in the shower with me. That someone is you.

You'd held me more than once with the steaming water hitting the both of us. And you would hold me tight. And I would feel safe, safer than I had ever felt before.

And I believed in those moments.

"Lonesome" (Drabble)

The apartment echoed when she dropped her keys onto the countertop. The digital clock of her old VCR flashed the time.

Midnight.

Another year had passed. She was older.

Helena peeled off her black trench and slung it over the back of the couch. She sat and kicked her feet up onto the wooden coffee table.

The night held no grudges and never passed judgment. Most disappeared within the night. Most were lonesome in the night. Helena always felt alone, day or night. But when the darkness absorbed her, she couldn’t recognize her solitude.

Five after midnight.

Gotham needed patrolling.

Drabble I wrote nearly a year ago...

Enjoy. :)

"Bathwater"

She stared at the hot water surrounding her naked and bruised form. White and black paint and red blood tainted it, making it cloudy. The bathwater now encompassed everything she had been, everything that had ever meant anything to her.

Well, almost everything.

“How are you feeling, Harl?”

Ivy sat down on the edge of the tub and wiped Harley’s mascara from beneath her eyes with a damp washcloth. She brushed the blonde, greasy bangs from her forehead and gently kissed it.

“I’ve missed you, you know.”

“You’re glad he’s dead, so stop pretending that you care how I feel.”

A Little Lost

So, yes. As many know, especially those who have been keeping tabs on me, I've been feeling a little lost lately. Of course, these feelings of emptiness, guilt, displacement, and confusion can all be explained. But I won't go into it.

Tonight's blog is focusing on a list of quotes/lyrics that I've found comforting in the past week.

"If my sky should fall/Would you even call?" -- Norah Jones, "What Am I To You?"

"The loneliness leads to bad dreams/And the bad dreams lead me to calling you/And I call you and say, 'Come here!'" -- Rilo Kiley, "Portions for Foxes"

"How can you just break away?/Why can't you find the words to say?/Love is something you work at" -- Michelle Branch & Sheryl Crow, "Love Me Like That"

"On my life I'll try today/There’s so much I've felt I should say, but/Even if your heart would listen/I Doubt I could explain" -- Jimmy Eat World, "If You Don't, Don't"

"You might have your reasons but you will never have my rhymes" -- John Mayer, "I'm Gonna Find Another You"

Have a nice night, kids. I promise these won't be so sappy. I've decided that I'm going to begin writing drabbles here. I hope, at least.

Day One. Blog One.

So, I've decided to start a blog.

I'm going to use my real name. I'm not going to hide anything. I'm going to be honest.

Starting tonight, most likely after work. :o)