Nothing. I felt nothing. What a relief. After weeks, months of feeling everything it was so good to be an emotional void. You could tell me a funny story or a really sad anecdote and I would look at you with a curious but relatively blank expression. I didn’t know whether you had told me … More Nothing

Sink Hole

I stand up on the pedals Hurtling down the street Feeling invincible. Always racing. Never moving at a leisurely pace. Everything squeezed in to extract all that can be drained from every hour, every minute.   Why The need to keep moving. Keep moving. Keep moving. Am I running away from something? Am I blocking … More Sink Hole