Tag Archives: broken

And you will be behind me.

I have met her in my dreams and the wind recounts now the words of our tale; loose letters on the currents and a heart of stone and fire. He dwelt mostly in my shadow a secret I would deny … Continue reading

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Fade…

this is the dance we dance, a whisper on the edge falling and fading to sleep  and my soul is ever throwing  stones into the deep

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A Chronicle Of Things… QP’s Life In Objects

I have this box, it’s a small lacquered wooden jewelry box with red satin cushioning on the inside, and I have had it for a long time. Over the years, it has slowly filled up with tiny pieces of memory. … Continue reading

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Why I am as I am…some thoughts

Why am I as I am? Today I spoke to a new psychiatrist. I don’t know what to do with her yet; the different parts of my personality all have their proper opinion on her and that way it’s difficult … Continue reading

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