• Darion commented on the post, measure 5 years, 10 months ago

    We measure our lives in fragments. Childhood, our teenage years, adulthood, elderly. Our memories are simply fragments of time in our mind. Each person only has a measured amount of time that no living being can tell until it’s ended. Does it end after death? Only the dead know. It’s something the living ponder at quite frantically. Live life to…[Read more]

  • Darion commented on the post, beer 6 years, 2 months ago

    A simple swig is all it takes to put me off the stuff for good. Bitter, a taste I can hardly describe, causes my face to contort and my nose to wrinkle. Swallowing does nothing to end the disgust. The taste lingers and I have nothing to wrinse it from my mouth.

  • Darion commented on the post, enemies 6 years, 2 months ago

    I used to love those hands of yours. The way you walked and smiled. Your cute little laugh and how you were so passionate about babies and natural parenting. Now I hate it. I hate all of it. I hate everything you are as a whole. At your center is a religion that you chose over me. A religion that has you deem me a sinful mistake. You are…[Read more]

  • Darion commented on the post, baby 6 years, 5 months ago

    The baby wails loudly, yet another thing to grind on my nerves. I sip my coffee and glare out the window, trying to bear it if only for the fact that it was now pouring outside, and I forgot my coat. Eventually, it was too much for me to handle and I chose to face the rain instead of the tolerating the ear piercing shrieks any longer.

  • Darion commented on the post, cool 6 years, 5 months ago

    Cool waters lapped against her feet. She tilted her head back, feeling the cool breeze blow her head around her. It was a nice day for a bath. She slipped into the spring, completely content. She felt at peace in the waters. Like she was born from them.

  • Darion commented on the post, speak 6 years, 5 months ago

    She spoke through her hands. Quick, elegant movements without the use of her vocal chords. She could not laugh, she could not yell. The noise of her hands touching and whirling through the air was the sound of her voice. It was lovely.

  • Darion commented on the post, speak 6 years, 5 months ago

    She spoke. Her words rung out across the room, quieting the unruly crowd. They stared. She fidgeted nervously with her hair. She shook her head.
    “This war has gone on for too long!” She called out again. The crowd began to murmur.