He's Gone Monologue

I wish Joey would fight for me...if he loves me, he will fight for me, right? No...Joey will never fight for me or make the marriage work. In his heart, he believes that our marriage is over when our baby died...he is the most stubborn man I had ever met. Instead of saying that we are too incompatible, and if our baby survives...why can't he and I just forget the damn past and make the marriage work? Why can't he and I try again for another baby? Why must he makes it so damn hard for the both of us? Why is he so damned stubborn? Why?! Damn...I will never understand and I don't want to...maybe I should just move on and find someone who truly value me and never give up on me like he did...

Letting go of one's children happens inch by inch over many years so that when it finally happens, that last quarter inch is not so hard. Letting go of anger is a giant rebounding from the intensity of my anger, lifting me up with the air, weightless, rocking me softly as feathers sprung loose, rushing me along like blossoms in the spring wind, dropping me as gently as snowflakes falling. Letting go of past dreams and hopes requires more effort, but i can do it, and once I've taken that icy plunge, there's nothing like the invigoration of it, and nothing like pushing off from shore into the deeper waters, slowly rolling over on one's back and getting that sun-slanted view of mountains and arching sky. But letting go of pain is a mirror image

The man sat in the booth across from me studied me with old eyes. His wrinkles which formed when he used to smile so much are no longer quite as prominent. The man’s irises were currently an icy blue, resembling the seasonal weather among the small town. This I only knew because I’ve seen him once before. His eyes were almost like a crisp auburn- resembling what was known to him as “the falling of the children”

Normally, the saying goes something like “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone”. I mean, it makes sense if the thing that’s gone isn’t a lowlife asshole who couldn’t give you a second thought, but could give you the taste of blood in your mouth.

I never forced her to dress overly professional, never said she had to wear a dress suit

This is similar to mine, but without the part that prevents you from being able to change back. It's a simple seal you can undo on your own.

The air reeked of alcohol, the intoxicated breaths of young people colliding together over drunken slurs to create one distinct scent. She kept her head low as she made her way through the maze made by the seemingly endless crowd. Full of regrets, she was doing all she could to get out of there, the distraction turning out to be nothing more than a few drinks with people who didn't even know when her birthday was. The song finished abruptly, followed by simultaneous cheering. She kept moving, weaving in and out of people with fierce determination until she walked right into him. She murmured a quick apology and went to continue when the familiarity of the figure in front of her hit. She hesitantly looked up, heart dropping into her stomach at the mere sight of him.

I Stood there at the door not sure if I should come in or to turn and walk

My pain is so constant; my insides feel like they want to explode. Why? Because it’s my fault he died; it comes down to one thing, and that was it wasn’t anyone else’s responsibility to stay by his side but mine, so I, and I alone failed him.

I'm so high I'm in outer space with Captain Picard I'm me everyday, I'm a genius retard Life is like a play, mine was wrote by The Bard Life is like a game, mine is way too hard Like Battletoads or #Contra And it's shocking like #Blanka How a sweet black kid got turned to a monsta

I fell asleep I had a dream I heard a sheep I started to scream I ran away from the field I saw shooting stars It began to reveal My bizarre fear of guitars and milk bars

I felt the sticky, sweet summer air plaster my clothes to my perspiring body, the wood of my violin getting dangerously damp as I cranked out note after note; a mechanical doll spinning slowly around my room as I performed to nobody but myself and the smell of mochi rising from the kitchen.

I slipped out of bed trying my hardest not to disturb Red. I could still hear the light, upbeat tune drifting through the open window. I don't know why but there was something that was drawing me towards the sound.

My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.

I am not ignoring you. As you know, we have a vacation style rental business that gets very busy at this time of year and I do get “lost” in the paperwork.