Wednesday, June 20, 2012

1:59

I am sitting in a dark room. There is no light, just the glow from the laptop screen. My eyes shudder and try to close, and I force them open with terrible memories of the past. This is not normal human behavior. I force myself to watch friends die in my mind. I wonder at the last clutch of breath, and I can't fucking stop it. Sleep is a narcotized darkness. But it will come. And then morning. And then I will prick my brain again to make it bleed onto this little white box so there are words where before there was only potential.
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  1. jtvancouverJune 20, 2012 at 5:53 AM

    And because you wonder, because you yearn to make sense of it all, because you feel to go on you must understand, you write.

    And JD, the words you choose, take you soaring past potential.

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    1. JD MaderJune 20, 2012 at 11:53 AM

      Thanks Jo. I appreciate the comment as always, but I also forgot I wrote that last night.

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  2. jtvancouverJune 20, 2012 at 9:52 PM

    Doesn't make any difference JD, doesn't surprise me and doesn't make any difference. Denial doesn't make it any less real.

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  3. JD MaderJune 20, 2012 at 11:00 PM

    I think I should write after taking Ambien all the time. :)

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  4. JayJuly 9, 2012 at 5:31 PM

    Saw that Joe's Cafe was a free download for kindle today, so picked it up. Read the "look inside" portion, really like the writing style! Also featured it as a freebie on my blog today (http://www.ebooksfreedaily.com)

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  5. JD MaderJuly 9, 2012 at 8:18 PM

    Thanks Jay, I really appreciate that. I hope you enjoy the book.

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  6. jimJuly 5, 2014 at 12:41 AM

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