Those moments without the other…
-Sometimes I wake in the darkness of night, I scoot myself to the edge of the bed, my feet resting on the wooden frame, I have to remind myself, I am home. There’s a loneliness that cries out to me in the silence of the shadows. I want to cry, my body cries, but my eyes refuse, my soul remains dry. There is at times a shaking, that seizes me, my body’s movement, a warning. It is reminiscent of the moments of too much coffee, caffeine and nicotine. I can almost make out a solo sax riff floating through the […]