Sometimes, I feel invisible. It is writing that allows me to remain whole in a world that continues to try and take pieces of me away. I write to keep from disappearing completely and prove I exist for a reason. – Ash
rainy nights devils dance
their guise of secrets
under piss-yellow street lights
in the alleys cast shade
when monsters come out to play
who can barely see a thing as Hyde shows
every line blurred
people touching
music lulling sensual acts
dirty corners whisper in commentary
jealous they didn’t swallow first
illicits hold all those to deeds of passion and lust
no one cares about anything and only want more
the creatures dance and hypnotize
until the sharp sun rises then they flee
changing it back once again
When my days start to feel bland, I try adding a little salt. – Ash
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us. – Helen Keller
If I die tomorrow, you will find me in some other life writing about it. – Ash
No matter what spirit fulfills you, find your way to it, and become one with it. Conquer today, destiny comes tomorrow – Ash
My heart beats loudest
for someone no longer there
keeping me alive
Anxiety can sometimes trick me into thinking I can’t beat it. When I smile, I take back the lead. – Ash
Sometimes I forget how beautiful life truly is, I’m glad I have Spring to remind me. – Ash
Honey, have you met our neighbour?
What?
Our neighbour. The guy across from us in the adjoining apartment. Have you met him?
Ah…no, I don’t think so. Why?
Oh, nothing. I was just thinking today about how strange it is that we’ve been in our new place for three months now, and the both of us have yet to lay a single eye on him. Don’t you think that’s a tad odd?
No, not really. Maybe this guy likes keeping to himself. He could work shitty hours opposite us or something.
Yeah, I guess. But you would think we would have seen him coming or going at some point. His front door closing here or there.
Baby, you are being weird and nosey. Who cares? Look, I am completely cool with not getting to know our neighbours. I hate those annoying stop-and-talks. Besides, shit’s tangly when people get too all up in your business. That’s the whole reason we moved. We hate people remember.
All I am saying is that I find it odd. I haven’t seen him in the laundry room, I’m there almost every other day. Both of us check the communal mailboxes coming in and going out, no sign of him there either and his mailbox is right next to ours.
Ah, there’s that weird and nosey again, babe.
Plus, it’s not only his door, I also have yet to hear anything coming from his apartment. Nothing. It’s always quiet over there.
And, there’s the nosey.
I am not weird, Bradley. Or nosey. Why are you being mean?
Earth To Ash 