Exit strategy

As the final minutes of the session drew near, I watched the hands of the clock intently, giving mental sounds to each tick of the second hand. Tick. Tick. Tick. It’s almost time, I tell myself. I feel my heart beat a little fast. My body feels warmer and my mouth is dry. I could…

Roots.

  My earliest memories were filled with color. They were beautiful and worth remembering, except, it gets harder each day as I age with the human contraption known as ‘time’. It is yet another ‘new’ year, yet much remains the same. I remember when my world turned grey. I remember when the name calling began…