Set apart

…you know I set you apart.

irreverent boast against this world

I had hoped to be disliked by most, not by way of rebellion, but by way of excellence, disdain for the habitual, and the common man’s inability to grasp this. The act of being scorned? I saw it as a victory, my irreverent boast against this world which could never fully quench me.

men in my head

Not one of them mattered. All these men in my head. Each a character, needing to be embossed into my paperback where they could live on, apart from my heart forever.

dance so recklessly

All these little actors dance so recklessly around me, with all their little words. Action-less. Comparable to a loud chirping bird without wings.

Writing day!!!

so what.

“So what”, she thought…..body half thrown over the glass edge of her sun and glory filled balcony. “So what”, a phrase she had habited to repeat steadily after every self-collapsing thought, concerning other humans and their  egotistical opinions.

cayenne

Cayenne coffee slips down my throat, I am torn open, unabridged, hot and a bit crazy inside. This is the feeling which belongs to me, she has always been mine. She goes away sometimes and I begin to feel dead, abandoned and tired.

I can never tell if it’s the writing, the coffee, or the cayenne in the coffee, and it doesn’t even matter,

because I am back.