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Falling Until I Stand: Reaching for the Surface
What am I fighting for?Freedom?Love?Some beautiful reasonI can carve into stoneand point to when somebody askswhy I kept going? No. Right now,I am fighting for the surface. That’s it. I want to break through the waterand feel the violence of airrush back into my lungs. I want the wind to hit my facehard enough that…
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The Rush: Her Cold Dead Hands
Black. That is all I see. Pain rushes from my head, filling my body with fire. I try to move forward, but I am stuck. I look down, trying to find what is keeping me from moving. There is nothing. I am paralyzed by the deafness in the dark. Am I moving? Is this all…
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Sour & Hot: One Step From Freedom
I feel like I’m close to the edge of relief. So close I can almost feel the air changing. Like I’m about to take the risk, jump from the plane, and trust that my parachute will open before I hit the ground. For a moment, freedom feels possible. Not easy. Not safe. But possible. Then…
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