I get wrapped up in my head.

Suffocated by the thoughts that live there

forgetting how to be myself.

Even if only for a moment I drown in worry…




But the thing is I always come back.

Less confident for a time, horrified that the world will see nothing.

Nothing but a girl controlled by the ever present urge

to destroy her own happiness.

A Turbulent State of Mind

Sonia grabbed her keys off of the table and left without a word. The keys on the ring clinked together as she turned them in the ignition pulling her car away from the curb. She was sure that they would wonder where she had gone, but she didn’t care. She needed to not be a home. There were too many voices talking to her there, throwing opinions at her that she didn’t want and only left her more confused than she had started.

It wasn’t like any of them meant any harm. They all thought that they were helping, in some sense of the word, the situation at hand. She had never had to deal with something like this before and it both scared and intrigued her. However, she didn’t know what to do with half of what was handed to her so she turned to those she trusted most. Sonia knew this wasn’t always the best option, but she asked anyway and now there were too many voices telling her what she should or shouldn’t do and it was just…too much.

She drove silently chasing the bars of sunlight down the pavement as they broke through the clouds. The densely packed buildings of the city slowly melted away giving way to the golden fields of the countryside. Sonia rolled down her windows letting the wind whip her hair around her face as she tried to empty her mind. Thoughts flooded her mind making her cringe as she was forced to face some of the stupid shit she had said in moments of nervousness. It was always like turning on a faucet that couldn’t be turned off when she was nervous which meant she had some very interesting things to cope with as she drove.

Sonia had no idea where she was going. She didn’t exactly care. All she knew was that as long as it was quiet and solitary, she would be fine. A lake began to form along the horizon as her car cut in and out of sunlight and she smiled to herself turning the wheel to take her down toward the water, parking along the small shops and cottages that lined the shore. Stone steps lead down to the rocky beach, a concrete pier jutting lopsided into the water. She picked her way carefully across the uneven surface planting herself at the end of the pier letting the water lap at her feet. She breathed a sigh of relief as her mind slowly cleared itself of the chaos for the first time in days.

via Daily Prompt: Cringe


Means staring at a computer screen for hours putting words out into the aether and seeing what you get back. 9/10 there is silence. Silence in the aether and that’s wonderful because they read. People visit and read and hopefully, enjoy. 
And that’s all I could ever ask for. 

For the Boy

This is for the boy who told me he loved me everyday. I always laughed in the sort of way that made it seem like I thought you were kidding. Honestly I thought you were.

I’m so sorry.

Now, for all I know, that boy was serious and I…I laughed in his face. For all I know I laughed at what I believed was a joke, because how could it have been anything more than a cruel joke? I’ve always had low self-esteem so everyone laugh at the chubby girl who thinks the boy is serious when he says “You know what? I love you.”


This is for the boy who broke my heart. Not because he left. No, because after so many years it only took a week to forget me. This is for the boy who made me wonder if he even cared at all. Shattered me into a thousand pieces because I couldn’t be sure anymore, and there are some of those pieces still missing even now, though I’m a better person because of it. But this is also for the same boy, because before all of that he made me realize that someone could want me for everything I was.

This is for the boy.

Because the boy has taught me a lot over the years.

But really?

This is for the man.

The man who found me at a strange point in life when I was just remembering who I was. He was the one who, despite all of that, still kept me around. This is for the man who calls me out on my bullshit when I forget that the world does not revolve around me. The one who will tell me that I am “good people” even when I feel like I’m not. The one who sees me at my worst, but will still accept me when I apologize for being so much to handle, because I know I can be and I appreciate the ones who try to handle it. This is for the man who makes me smile when I need it most, even if he doesn’t know. Who’s jokes aren’t great, but they make me laugh nonetheless.

This is for the man who reminds me that even if our paths are not meant to continue together that there are so many like him. The ones who will keep me grounded, make me laugh and treat me like I matter like I make them matter. This man means the world to me, and I am thankful everyday that he fell ass-backwards into my life. You’ve made me a better person. This is for you…

And this is for the boy.


Hello again rain. 

I’ve missed your melancholy demeanor. 

Your luscious earthy smell. 

I’ve missed the way you make me sleepy,

Curled up beneath the blankets snoring lightly. 


I’ve missed how you make me feel alive.

Daily post: Ordinary

Eurastus Swink’s Doll

Aura. Aura, darling are you awake?

Yes I’m awake. What is it mother?

Aura…come back to me.

Aura woke with a start in her bed, the voice echoing in her ears. It was a voice she had heard many times before in her dreams, but there was something so familiar about it. She always called the voice, ‘mother’ yet she had never had a mother. The only family she had ever known was her father, her creator, Eurastus Swink.

Her creator was a kind old man, wrinkled and graying in his old age. He was a brilliant man with a knack for clockwork; creating inventions that were greatly desired in Callisto, though he was known across a majority of the southern-most region of the Synop Cliffs. There was a great need for creators in this area and though he was no mechanical mage, he was still a master at his craft. His creations would never live, yet somehow he had been able to conjure the soul that allowed Aura to exist. She was grateful for the life he had provided for her, but she often wished it wasn’t so lonely.

It was not for lack of trying. Eurastus was a loving father, but he was overbearing and unnecessarily protective. “They will try to take you away from me.” he would tell her, but she knew in her heart that whomever ‘they’ were, they would not want someone like her. She was freakish, as Eurastus liked to remind her in fits of frustration. Her skin was a porcelain rubbery substitute that covered her clockwork innards. Her eyes were crystal facets of blue with pupils that fluctuated constantly in an attempt to maintain focus. The only redeeming feature she could find was her raven black silky curls. It was one of the things that gave her a sense of being normal. Well this fact and Dimitri.

There was a knocking from downstairs, three quick solid raps that broke through her loneliness and confusion that surrounded the dream mother. She jumped off of her bed swiftly making her way down the squeaky staircase trying her hardest not to disturb a still sleeping Eurastus. She did not want to risk losing the only friend she had should her father find out. He was too scared of losing her to ever allow her to keep Dimitri around. Dimitri knocked again louder from the kitchen door as she jumped the last two steps landing gracefully and rather quietly for being as much machine as she was. Aura stepped lightly through the hallway, lined with its many clocks ticking away in time with one another, silently willing him to shut up every step of the way. The clocks on the wall ticked loudly mocking her own heart beat seeming to laugh at her as she strode toward the half-door at the end of the hallway that led into the kitchen.

Sunlight poured out in thick buttery bars through the wavy leaded glass in the windows showering her skin in golden shimmers. Aura made her way across the sun-warmed wooden floor watching as the glowing lattice work of light slowly gave way to a silhouette in the doorway, hand poised to knock once more. She flung herself at the door throwing it open in time to have Dimitri’s knuckles tap her right on the forehead as his hand passed where the door had been moments before.

“Are you insane?” Aura scolded stepping out onto the slate mosaic that led into the garden shoving him aside in the process.

“Good morning to you too.” Dimitri replied grumpily.

“Dimitri, I’m serious. You know how he is.”

“Yes I do which is why I show up every morning to try to get you to leave with me.” Dimitri protested. He was the grocer’s son and had been making deliveries to Eurastus and Aura since she could remember. She had made the mistake of opening the door once thinking that Dimitri had left only to come face to face with him. He had been younger than, but she still remembered how he had looked at her curiously instead of recoiling at her appearance like most did when they caught sight of her through the cracks in the doorway of the shop.

“You know I can’t.” This was a familiar argument for them. Since that first meeting Dimitri returned every day, early in the morning while Eurastus was still asleep and they would talk about anything they could, eventually figuring out that neither one of them was happy in the life that had been chosen for them. Every day Dimitri would ask Aura to run away with him so that they could finally be satisfied with their lives.

“Can’t or you won’t?”

“Can’t? Won’t? I don’t know, both? Why must you always do this?”

“What about your mother?” Dimitri prodded. “Don’t you want to know more about her?”

“You know full well I have never had one.”

“What about the woman from your dreams then?”

“What do you mean?” Aura asked growing weary of this repetitive conversation.

“You talk about this woman you hear in your dreams and you always call her mother,” he started, “it seems to me that this is an indication that you did at one point have a mother. You even said yourself that Eurastus told you, as an automation you are incapable of dreams only memories of what you have experienced. How else would you explain it?”

Aura stared at Dimitri mouth agape. This was something that had only come up once before when she had asked Eurastus about her dreams. She had passed this information on to Dimitri, but they hadn’t spoken of it since. She was surprised he had even recalled that information at all, because up until he had brought it up she had burried it in the back of her mind.

“Alright.” She admitted reluctantly. “You must be right, as much as I hate it, there really is no other explanation.”

“You see. I’m right sometimes.” Dimitri replied smugly.

“But why wouldn’t Eurastus have told me about her?”

“Perhaps he doesn’t want you to know.”

“You don’t say.” Aura rolled her eyes. “But why?”

“Perhaps it’s linked to the fact that you are his only living automation.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Dimitri suggested gently, “That perhaps you were not his daughter to begin with.”

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