• KT commented on the post, banker 3 years, 2 months ago

    Counting, always counting. One piece, two piece, three piece, four…So many numbers going up and up and up. Always getting higher, never going down. It seemed to him that there would never be an end and he would just keep climbing into the sky.

  • KT commented on the post, drummer 3 years, 2 months ago

    “They march to the beat of their own drummer.”

    What an odd way to put it. They had never thought about life as being a marching band. Nothing about living seemed to be so straightforward, so orderly. They had never felt that they marched at all…not even to their own beat. Life was about running, hiding, winding, searching; none of this “in a…[Read more]

  • KT commented on the post, miraculous 5 years, 8 months ago

    I can feel the joy running to my fingertips. It is like someone has hooked up an electric current to my body, but I am numb to the pain. Stepping out into the world I feel the heat radiating down from the sky, warming me to the endless possibilities that await me. Too long I have been waiting for a moment like this. How I crave the touch of pure bliss.

  • KT commented on the post, reminded 5 years, 8 months ago

    It wasn’t quite the same, but it fooled me for a little while. Shaped with similar curves and corners, bumps and rigid lines, I wouldn’t have noticed the difference if I hadn’t traced it with my hands a million times. The thought of you clouded my head, but deep down I knew that this heart did not belong in your chest.

  • KT commented on the post, joyful 5 years, 8 months ago

    I cannot describe how she makes me feel. Every time I gaze upon her glassy surface, I see the sunshine reflected and it brings me joy. Every time I watch her rise and fall, tides swelling with the wind, I delight in her playfulness. Every time she storms, throwing the tantrums she is known for, I am in awe of her, wondering at her power.

  • KT commented on the post, desolate 5 years, 8 months ago

    Sometimes it’s like my lungs are filled with water. I look down and realize that I have been swallowed by the sea; my love and my destroyer. I float only high enough above the water to see that she’s killing me, but not enough to cry for help. How lonely it is out in the middle of nowhere.

  • KT commented on the post, sacrifice 5 years, 9 months ago

    Fitting, I suppose, as I feel the life draining from my fingertips as I bleed through my eyes. Nothing is quite as it seems any more. I guess that I should be thankful, as you have killed yourself more times than I have, but I cannot love you anymore. My ears have heard the truth, my heart felt true devotion, and your false kiss pales in comparison.

  • KT commented on the post, freezer 6 years ago

    It’s chilly inside. The air circulates only enough so that it is cold throughout, setting frostbite into all exposed limbs. Tiny flecks of frozen liquid settle on the ground and make a blanket under which all life shrivels.

  • KT commented on the post, tracking 6 years ago

    Tracking progress can be an exhausting task. Checking every little box off an endless list is frustrating when snails seem to move faster down the track than you move down the line of little ticky boxes. But when you end up at the end the reward is greater than any pain you’ll ever know.

  • KT commented on the post, revenue 6 years ago

    Working is all that I know. I work myself up until I can’t fall back down, this ladder has raised me too high.

  • KT commented on the post, slip 6 years ago

    I stripped down for you. I stepped to the edge of the pool for you. Like a swimmer, I dipped gracefully into the water for you, the coolness seeping through my skin and chilling my heart. Once I had started, I could not stop, and the icy blackness all around me pulled me farther and farther under. Slipping away was all I could manage, and it never…[Read more]

  • KT commented on the post, crossfire 6 years ago

    In between is a deadly place. I hear the rumble of tires on rock coming closer on my left, and smell the remnants of acrid ash on my right. It won’t be long before I join the ranks of the incinerated.

  • KT commented on the post, gentlemen 6 years ago

    “Gentlemen,” He spread his arms warmly, “make yourselves at home.”

    The room was splendid indeed. Ravishing curtains of thick velvet laced the windows. Chairs leaned like upright beds, inviting and warm.

  • KT commented on the post, assuming 6 years ago

    I’ve trapped myself into a corner. The assumption that I made is crawling towards me, legs clicking on the tiles with every painful step. I watch its figure heave towards me and want to turn inward to escape. But the image of its gnarled fangs and ever-watching eyes haunts me even in my sleep, and I cannot get away.

  • KT commented on the post, buyer 6 years ago

    The garage-sale shopper, buying up every little deal, no matter how irrelevant the purchase may be. He struts through like a peacock, showing off his glittering prizes as if everyone is watching.

  • KT commented on the post, beforehand 6 years ago

    You said that you cannot recall what it was like. She said that she had prepared for that beforehand. But you would not be appeased, your eyes vacant like the bare attic windows the collected nothing but dust and cobwebs over the years.

  • KT commented on the post, if 6 years, 1 month ago

    What if? The question to burn a hole in your mind, searing like a hot iron. The question to drag you down to the depths, a weight shackled to your leg. Conspicuous in its brevity, it cannot help but be repeated. What if? How it longs to imprint itself into your very being.

  • KT commented on the post, celebrity 6 years, 1 month ago

    The spotlight shines with the intensity of a helicopter searchlight, and my vision is skewed. The audience is nothing but one giant spot of shimmering white. Standing here, the hand of anxiety twisting my gut like a washing machine, I know what it feels like to be you.

  • KT commented on the post, derailed 6 years, 1 month ago

    The conductor fell asleep at the wheel, it seems. This train will not slow down, and as the passengers are blissfully unaware of their coming fate, I can do nothing but fear and pray.