Can't Help It-AdamTommy I see him standing there, bass draped casually over his frail frame, and I wonder if anyone can tell.If they can tell that he can hardly walk, that there's a limp in his step, which is why he's not moving around the stage much. He usually meanders around casually until I give him a signal to come over to me so I can toy with the fans. Sometimes he'll press himself up against me all by himself. I think the fans love that more.I wonder if they can see the small red marks just below the collar of his shirt from the night before. I told him to wear a shirt with a higher neckline but no, the boy wanted the v-neck and I must admit, it looks dam
From What I've Witnessed I can feel the world coming undone. It's a slowly unwinding ball of yarn; unravelling and ever-changing, but every time another ring of string falls from the tightly knit cluster it is noticed. Every disaster, every death, every tear. Each are a reminder that we aren't invincible, that we aren't gods, that we're simply here to fill space until the next line come through. Everyone is a cog, a worker in a machine; here to be seen, to be noticed, to make a mark, a smudge, a scratch in the soft metal surface.If I have learned anything at all in my life so far, it's that we need each other. No matter how mad we get, or sad, we need other people.
Goes Away We can't be away from reality for too long. People start to notice. People like my boss. When I went back to work my coworkers were much too nice to me. They offered to take me to lunch and brought me gifts, all of which I politely declined. Muffins and candy won't replace the fact that you're gone, something I'm sure they know.Six months have passed since the funeral. Life around me is normal but inside my apartment it is cold and quiet. I still have the one kitten you found in that ditch. It's feeling much better and is getting stronger and I've re-named it. Abe was never a good name for it. It's name is Jennifer now, after you.I've nev
The Pain I don't want to be here."We can rest tonight knowing Jenny is in a better place."I don't want to be here."I didn't know her well but I was told she was a good person."I don't want to be here."Max, sit up straight." My mother whispers to me.I shift but don't comply with her wishes. My suit is too warm and this bench is too uncomfortable. I am staring at the box that holds my wife. I hate funerals because the dead person always looks like a wax doll and this time is no exception. My wife's eyes are glued closed, as well as her lips. She wears no makeup, the dark black suit from our wedding, and her wedding band. She demanded it in h
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