I remember the day I closed my eyes and there he was, coaxing me out of my shell. He had already created a place for me. I guess it all could’ve been a trap but either way it pulled me in in a way I would be set free from my past and locked into infinity. And every day is a reminder that I’m ok. I scream and claw and remove the skin from beneath my nails. But life can’t stop there. It won’t, and when the show goes on, I’m more learned and possess a trust in myself that helps me endure. When I inhale, evil spirits come along with the good ones and I sift through them like a collection of pearls before I cast them back into my writing. Except when I’m drunk, that’s when I grab the first and act on it passionately with little thought. Every act is a piece closer to understanding and every nights sleep a chance to come back from the dead. Where we go there’s footprints and where we bloom, there’s the scent of leftover sex and cigarettes. He’s the connection, the bridge from one stairwell to another, and together, we’re an ocean I long to swim in.
Daffni Gingerich says simply that she “is a writer.” You can read more of her mesmerizing prose at Daffniblog.