Death Trap

She doesn’t seek his memory, it just comes creeping; and when it does, that’s all there is. Its nothing to do with fear or inspiration; building a fan base that was there long before he was; or anything at all for matter of fact. For who would dream of seeking such hurt. Its simply a

Depiction

There comes a certain “feel,” no matter where you happen to be, whenever his thoughts turn in your direction. It starts at the basic level of the flesh; like the cool breeze on a crisp autumn night; tantalizing and chilling all at once. Your blood pressure rises, heart rate increases, as he sends invisible waves

This day

  Reading Writing Laughing Loving Sun shines brightly Sunday Fun day Finding that Moment Holding it Strong Hoping it Lasts A good long Time…. © jillterry

Lockdown

  Echoes swirl Through hallowed Halls Bouncing off doors Inside my soul Meaningless words Wrapped in Illusion A singular voice Bent on spiritual Intrusion Bolt the door Against his Dark Shut my eyes Seek thy Light © jillterry

quote of the day

“To predict the behavior of ordinary people in advance, you only have to assume that they will always try to escape a disagreeable situation with the smallest possible expenditure of intelligence.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

My soul sister,

I see you suffering, and I wish there was something I could do for you. I witness your pain, and my own heart aches. I see you spiraling, faster each day; downward motion to nowhere land. I wonder who’ll be waiting when you reach the end. Unsure what led you to this path; you no