Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts

h.i. creativity

true story

  • Face It

    Cracked glass clouded by steam, the reflection skewed reality, my face distorted, monstrous! That’s why I cover mirrors. Sometimes, someone sees me, wheels making me too obvious, and I ponder what they think… “You’re so strong!” One exclaimed. Muscles atrophied to skin ‘n’ bone long ago, weakness whittled from could to should to won’t with… Read more

  • as I hit ground

    Blinds block out what I can’t presently handle (my world small, PTSD producing morning shadows of past things DONE, dancing distructively on my walls). SOOOO, daily I shout other people’s lyrics to not freak out, distract myself from a lack of stimulation my brain and body CRAVE, nay…NEED! Pushing wheels round 20 years, one band,… Read more

  • That ‘P’ Word

    It’s that ‘P‘ word that eludes me lately. I search each day for that ‘P‘ in my memory, dressed as the lovely lit up ghost of a childhood friend, who began teasing me when I was ten, always up to have some fun, and Oh, how hot I got when that ‘P‘ came around! It’s… Read more