The sound of wind chimes comes to me through the window and for some reason I’m not sure of, I feel so desperately sad. Closing my eyes, I see her dancing in a void, and the delicate beauty of it is reminiscent of the sensation of a moth’s wings tickling the insides of my clasped hands. She reaches out. She collapses. She comes back into bloom like it were nothing. Sometimes she scratches and when I prise open my fingers she’s not there and neither is the moth but the void is still nearby and as the wind chimes chime and the branches of the trees call my name she’s still with me like the banshee she is. The days are long and the sky mostly empty and the hours consist of mundane work and memories of childhood and the lingering taste of her lips and the words they force me to write and the subtle humming of ghosts that watch me in my attempts at finding the right words to fit these feelings that come and go without warning. Sinking my head beneath the soapy surface of hot water, it’s like I too am in the void. It doesn’t last long, but for a few seconds, there’s no need for anything other than the visions in my head and the emotions that captivate me in their strange ways before they leave me unable to fathom yet again what it means to be human. Sometimes I get so morose that nothing shakes me out of my funk. Sometimes I don’t do anything but lie in bed all day thinking about dying and how half of me is terrified about not existing while the other is secretly looking forward to what happens next.
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
A Journal for Damned Lovers US
Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
This is amazing.
Thank you very much x
Your words just touch me. You describe everything so beautifully but simply. Loved it!
I’m thrilled they do! Thank you for such a lovely comment 🙂
Wow just wow! The emotions I felt reading this, amazing!
How very kind! I’m so pleased you enjoyed giving it a read. Thank you!
Most welcome 🙂
🙂
Your writing speaks to my soul. As does this piece. 🙂
My soul sings in knowing this. Thank you dearly, my friend x
A beautiful collection of amazing words artfully arranged in just the right order by a master craftsman… would look like shite next to this piece. You inspire me to write better. Well, to attempt to try to write better.
That I help to inspire is a truly wonderful thing, and I’m so pleased you feel that way. It’s a cycle that gives us the desire to want more. To have a thirst for answers when we don’t even know the question.
42. 🙂 A thirst that is never quenched
Glad to hear it 🙂
“Closing my eyes, I see her dancing in a void, and the delicate beauty of it is reminiscent of the sensation of a moth’s wings tickling the insides of my clasped hands.” Like those fleeting moments of joy themselves. . .
Indeed. To cherish them is our duty, and not let them fade away.
You hold then beautifully here.
Thank you.
Just once I’d like to comment on one of your posts and not make a typo! I truly am a coherent human being (most of the time)
It was only a small one 😉
This time. . .
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Jesus Christ, I swear he could write beauty into a bloodbath and make you wish you were there. He is insanely talented, read for yourself.
Spoiler alert: there is a bath sans blood.
How very kind of you, Nicole!
I’m thrilled you enjoyed it, and thank you for sharing! I think you just gave me a challenge there for a future piece. 🙂 x
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S. K. Nicholas writes what looks like prose, but is poetry with originality and edge to spare.
That’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you 🙂
I’m so…beside myself to have stumbled upon you. It’s so Plathesque to me, your words. Like the male Sylvia, and (you won’t know this, ’cause it’s in MY head) but I can’t get ‘into’ that many people’s work. Most of it does nuthin’ for me. But. This! Ahhh. Excuse me, I’m gushing in that gushy way that I find most unappealing in others.
I needed to say this though. ❤
I’m so touched and delighted by this comment. It makes me feel a million bucks for you to say that, it really does. There is no other pleasure. I count myself very fortunate that you stumbled upon me. It’s a slice of luck I’m indebted to ❤
Oh, I’m so glad. I was afraid I was starting to sound a bit creepy. Haha
Even if you were, I dig creepy 😉 Anything other than normal!
As I read your words, I felt every emotion along with you…you tap the universal existential angst that we all feel. It’s ardent with life. Your words challenge and defy death’s door. They are alive with glorious energy.
How very kind of you. Thank you!
Too much of the time people lose their edge the older they get, but I think it’s good to stay angry. It helps us to stay current, and it keeps us searching for better ways of being x