thirty days of writing, reviewed

In December of 2012 I started on a thirty day writing project. Here are some highlights from random scraps of paper:

I glanced behind me before I stepped into the street, and as I turned my head back, I was met with a force that blinded me and nearly took me from my feet. This was followed by a series of minute, effervescent explosions in my nose and eyes.

An instant of sharp pain throughout my head brought me to my knees, and then the ground.

...even the pain, the sharp, searing wave that swept all of those sensations away. The slightest reminder of it brings a spasm to my throat, a knot of helplessness that cannot be brought up or swallowed down.

There are certain memories we humans suffer through, memories that no drug, no chemical, no therapy, and no prayer can take away. The tragic events that we speak to no one of, and are forced to relive throughout our lives. They are rarely ever-present, in fact they seem to travel on their own, and come and go as they please. They hide, veiled somewhere in the recesses of our minds, waiting for a scent, a word, a vision that links them to the present, and the assault of emotion begins anew.

It is frighteningly easy to use such events as an excuse to withdraw from the struggle of life. I have learned that when your days are consumed by the avoidance of love, trust, fear, and pain, the passage of time is alarming.

I have learned that when she looks at me, and I can’t hold her gaze, or when her fingers are grazing across my skin, the sensations are entirely new, and the physical and emotional responses that she evokes become gloriously intertwined.