Dust settles in the crevices of your brain
Your fingers snap when ran through the wires on your head.
Eyes that hollowed years ago because
Someone slurped the color from them with a straw, yes
Someone sent you to Hell.
And somebody else watched you as you went there,
And they still do.
Somewhere a heart beats in the distance,
It echoes inside your empty glasses
Rattle
Rattle.
Clink
Clink.
A child silent at a window,
A woman thoughtless in the dark.
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Blog By Heather Lusk
The Mission:
Moments of sadness rage and happiness, end up in the text of these writings. My hope is that someone will read these and know that they are not alone, that someone else is feeling what they feel...and if nothing else, maybe stir them in some way. I enjoy deep conversations, consider all perspectives, love nature, and all things tye-dye. Take a look, and don't be afraid to tell me what you think!
- The content listed is my own and there are absolutely no replications of any sort unless stated in quotes, with the name of the author.
- The content listed is my own and there are absolutely no replications of any sort unless stated in quotes, with the name of the author.
Coming soon:
Body of Man series
From God to Man series
From God to Man series
My Ethics:
"Ethics are the fibers from which we are made, some change through the lapsing of years and some do not. Some are for the better, and some are for the worse. Yet one thing is certain: without morals, the souls of man do not exist, we are empty inside." - Moi
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