"In truth I am but a wordsmith surrendering my words to you....Kristy Tallman"™
Paper
I sit here numb - numb from the pain - too tired to fight about it anymore - too hurt to feel the sting -
my pen lay there on the nightstand wondering why I hadn't picked it up - it knew too well my heart was filled with words - words I didn't have a way to set free.
The paper's edges danced in the fan's wind - a breeze from the window uplifted the white sheets - they flew through the air, finding their way to me - I shooed the pages away - tears fell because my words were gone - no - not gone just hiding
too afraid - to afraid to feel the pain - to numb to flinch from the sting - I sat there, paper flying everywhere wondering what word would make everything okay - I cried because my words went away -
too tired to fight about it anymore - too sad to complain - I picked up a knife and in the wood I carved one single word - one word that cut so deep - one word that explained it all -
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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