Life is happening in a small body I once occupied, like a barren land frozen in opalescent frosted glass, far off beyond the streets I live on in this hard tangle of a neighborhood I didn’t grow up in. In my mind’s eye the visions of where I have been and where I think I ought to be going grow increasingly blurry, my head is heavy and my blindside dim. Some people never move and some never move on and at the moment I’m too tired to explore the difference. There are days you want to crawl inside yourself but you just aren’t there so it feels more lonely and less like home in the silence. These soft flickering evening moments filled with shadow and memory and time lost, dripping through the faucet that won’t turn off down the hall. The great writers write of great things as I lift a glass to the closing of another day, the beating of lonely hearts, the clasping of empty hands. These strange hollow nights when the moon does not glow, and no words are spoken because when you can’t feel yourself they don’t mean anything. And the dog in the distance barks at kids kicking a can down the road. And the whole world hangs its listless weight like an uneasy arm, slipped invisibly around your armchair shoulder.
Allison Marie Conway 
“Because when you can’t feel yourself they don’t mean anything”
You are such a talented writer! Thank you for this Alison!
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That is really sweet that you noticed and corrected the spelling of my name. Thank you. 🥰
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Haha I knew I made the typo right when I hit send! Sure thing! 😁
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Thank you so much Kevin, I’m so grateful. ❤️💗
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You are most welcome!
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You captured the essence of being a writer and a human being: “The great writers write of great things as I lift a glass to the closing of another day, the beating of lonely hearts, the clasping of empty hands.” Sometimes it feels like our writing is less important than others, but the truth is that it all matters–every word can inspire. Love the emotional intensity and deep thought process of all your work.
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Thank you so much for letting the words in. ❤
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