the writings of cass boothe

Hope

Darkness is everything. Gloom consumes me. A tiny glimmer of light breaks through. I move towards its brilliance, and it rushes to meet me. I see it no longer, but it has freed me. I am no longer part of the night. The glow has set my heart aflame. This little [...]

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§53 · October 6, 2010 · Uncategorized · (No comments) ·


Yearning, my heart restless in my chest. My whole self reaches for you, trying to cross the distance between us. I close my eyes and feel you next to me. Your presence calms and exhilarates. Reality returns and I am alone but for the cat. I head to bed, [...]

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§52 · February 7, 2010 · Uncategorized · (No comments) ·


Uncountable souls struggle, searching for purpose. We wander through out time and space. Some walk beside me for a while; many come and go. imprints are engraved on my heart by each. Will you stay and help me carry it? Or are you just another transient traveler, here [...]

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§51 · February 7, 2010 · Uncategorized · (No comments) ·


She lies on the white bed in the white room. She has succeeded in her goals. She can no longer feel, thoughts aren’t racing in circles around her mind. She stares at the ceiling, as the instruments around her beep at regular intervals. Two people enter the closet like room where what was once their [...]

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§44 · May 12, 2009 · Uncategorized · (No comments) ·


She looks up at him, wide eyes filled with a medley of emotions. He reaches out to her, his concern evident on his face. She wants to meet him halfway, but fear holds her back. What exactly she is afraid of she doesn’t know. He places a gentle hand on her shoulder. She stiffens in [...]

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§42 · May 11, 2009 · Uncategorized · (No comments) ·


Anne

A young girl sits cross-legged in the grass, plucking petals from a dandelion. Her dark brown curls conceal her face as she murmurs “He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me… Ooh!” The boy who ran into her, knocking her over and trampling her flower, gets up and keeps going. [...]

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§40 · May 11, 2009 · Uncategorized · (No comments) ·


Swirling, blurring, churning, the memories of this place and these people flood her heart.
Clinging, grasping, seizing, they try to keep her from walking out that door.
Dragging, stumbling, lurching, she must continue on.

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§37 · May 11, 2009 · Uncategorized · (No comments) ·


In a crowded room, she wonders why everything went so cold and still. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she sees that he has appeared. She knows the reason for aching emptiness. Her heart has gone to be with its master.

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§35 · May 11, 2009 · Uncategorized · (No comments) ·


Wells of emotion bubble beneath the surface. Some boil over, blurring vision and running down the face to freedom.
Tears fall from eyes, unorganized, arrhythmic, and muddled. They blur reality and renounce meaning.
Words flow from fingers, elegant, flowing, and pure. They generate clarity and create purpose.
Salty drops cascade down her face, plopping as ink on paper. [...]

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§27 · May 8, 2009 · Uncategorized · (No comments) ·


She stares at her laptop, debating whether to instant message the only name she has eyes for on her buddy list.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“I’m waiting for a friend to come over”, he types.
“But it’s after 2 AM.”
“Yes, yes it is” he sends, followed by a smiling emoticon.
“I see, so it’s the kind of friend I [...]

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§32 · December 5, 2007 · Unconnected · (No comments) ·