My watch stopped. The world stopped. In that space on my wrist time no longer exists. It does not move forward or back. It is still. Life is still. At 10:37 on the 23rd. If it is morning or night I do not know. If it is Summer or Winter I do not know.
It does not matter. Times does not have to matter. We make it matter. We create the rush or lag. Maybe we should take out all of the batteries.
©C. O’Connor
The notes were from a good night. An entire pile of memories from an amazing summer. A summer that ended so abruptly. The notes and pieces of flower decorations became the memories of the disaster. They now carried with them thoughts of thrashing, screaming, and glass shattering. They now represent what had been lost. What I once had. They remind me of the betrayal. They remind me of the people who said they would be there forever. But their idea of forever stopped when the first thin went wrong. The notes remind me of friends who weren’t friends and warm summer nights.
I try to focus on the good now.
©C. O’Connor
are you hurting like me?
are you broken like me?
has your soul given up the fight?
do you cry like me?
do you hide like me?
do you find solace in the darkness of the night? 
©C. O’Connor, 2016
I just ripped off a piece of my skin.
I ripped off my soul.
Slowly
Painfully
Ripping
Shearing a piece of myself away.
Now I am a little less of what I was
only minutes before.
©C. O’Connor, 2016
Maybe I’m broken?
Maybe I let down.
Possibly the light will end
the road will drown
and life will cry out loud.
©C. O’Connor, 2016
The Rant 