Author: thisisnotme

sometimes, when it's quiet, i can hear my brain cells die.

People are Strange – thoughts of a girl

As she lay there silently on her back, staring deeply into the intricate yet excruciatingly dull pattern on the textured ceiling- as if it were a piece of fine, overpriced artwork, she let her thought processes wander over exhausted terrain. She thought of life, of death, of love, of hate, of god…and everything along the… Continue reading People are Strange – thoughts of a girl

That Girl (poetic)

There’s that girl with those empty eyes, You know, I’ve never seen her cry. She hides her face beneath black hair, I’ve felt her touch, there’s nothing there.

Time

Do you often long for the times of yesterday, and when yesterday comes around, it’s really tomorrow you get? 12:05 a.m. and the clock isn’t taking us anywhere but back again. But back again isn’t here, it’s really half past two…

Help me… I’m falling.

A distant cry, in the depths of your own mind. Could this be a sign? It’s possible… Is anyone there? Someone to lend a hand? To take a stand? To save you from yourself?

Daddy’s Little Girl (revised)- a short story

It was 3 a.m. and she still sat in her corner. She had been there all night, sitting alone in the darkness of her little room. Her corner comforted her. It was the one place she could go to that was always there, just how she wanted it; quiet, simple, and solid. This was where… Continue reading Daddy’s Little Girl (revised)- a short story