#mackwriting

[insideoutinsomniac]

One day, the lives of people you once knew, lives you were once so much a part of, are born as something new. Suddenly, that life you knew so well is estranged, for better or worse.  Maybe you can catch a glimpse every once in a while from across the room or on a webpage, but it's just a glimpse of the outside.  You're no longer there, on the inside, to know what's keeping them up at night or to watch the way their eyes slowly age as they learn life truths.  

One day, you find yourself staring at a backlit screen, reading a passage of your past, lines they never thought you would see.  You consider reaching out, but there's nothing left to reach for.

[insideoutinsomniac]

It was cool for August -- the summer was fizzling out slowly, day by day, and before we knew it, all the people would be gone.

Taking memories with them in the form of guitar strings by the evening bay and wine in little white tea cups

that remind me of a hangover teacup filled with water on a rainy September goodbye.

But the memories aren't everything. They leave behind trails of rusted bikes and footprints that freeze when the air turns to ice.

Many of them would be back

Come April like no one ever left -- Back to 5 AM walks to work after staying up till 3 to see the Super Moon on the beach.  Back to waking up with music in your head and falling asleep to the neighbors party tunes.

We'll outlive the sand stuck to our skin -- but the island waits for no one.

[insideoutinsomniac]

The sounds speak volumes of stories untold, radiating notes from deep inside, reminding me of lives in the skies left to live                                       and my inside puzzles I hoped to give.

One day,  when it's over, all of me will be gone.

[insideoutinsomniac]

his fingers curved in new directions to reach into corners that others couldn't see.  he knew the ways of the world, but the world had trouble knowing him.

[insideoutinsomniac]

-- i feel like my body just adjusted to the lifestyle -- snapped into place, from the sly look forming in my smile down to the careless lazy slouch in my chair.  the place grew around me, like a stone left in the vines for some days too many... 

[insideoutinsomniac]

Cassie

Cassie never spoke to anyone on the bus.  Cassie never spoke to anyone at school.  Cassie liked to read comic books and draw pictures of aliens.  Cassie had a pair of pants that made her feel better on bad days.  Cassie broke her glasses on purpose because she thought tape in the middle looked cool.  Cassie had dry hair and sometimes watched TV with her neighbor.  Cassie loved her cat and hated chocolate.  Cassie took Polaroid pictures of trees and hung them all on the wall with chewed bubble gum.  Cassie sometimes pretended the sky was purple, just for fun.  Cassie wondered why square pictures came from round lenses.  Cassie ripped book pages when she was sad.  Cassie had a lot of ripped book pages.  Cassie wished someone would ask her about all her aliens and bubble gum pictures and ripped book pages.  Cassie cried when no one did.

[insideoutinsomniac]

A Story About The Greatest Adventure

            In the end, his decision about whether or not to get on that plane became a decision between the dream he’s been working his whole life to achieve or the dream he’s only just realized he’s had – the one he can share with another.

[insideoutinsomniac]

What People Wear While Falling In Love

            She imagined she would be in a dress the very moment it happened – her mother told her that it happens when you least expect it: “You’ll probably be wearing sweats.”  She dismissed her mother’s idea – “Mother is wrong.”

            And you know what?

            It happened when she opened her door wearing PJs at 2 AM.

            And you walked in.