the echo chamber

It's been a while since I've posted here. Not gonna lie, I forgot about this place, since I only really used it to vent. Emotions are a complicated bitch, so here I am about to untangle some, so forgive me if it doesn't make

Figured this would be a good excuse to post more lmao Take a listen to The Tempest by Caligula's Horse. It's a great prog track on a great prog album.

Over the years after I lost my previous partner, I felt lost. Just drifting through my life without any true meaning. I definitely had romantic interests and did try to pursue those over the years to not much success. I am a bit of a people pleaser. I've

Gonna keep this short and succinct. I wish all of my friends were close enough for me to just drive to. I hate watching them suffer from a distance with nothing I can do to help.

This is a story I have never told anyone. Not even to my closest friends, because its a hard one. Some folks with a context of my history are aware of a relationship I was in with a person for a few years. (For the sake of this post, we

I can feel much more than I let on to those I let visit my headspace. Don't get me wrong, my headspace can be very grim sometimes even to outsiders, but whenever I have visitors I make sure I hold that stuff back. Is it tiring? Yeah, it

I have a special relationship with Death...or at least, a very one-sided one. I don't know if it's anything I did in particular that made them feel like I deserved the losses I have accrued over the years, but god damn they want to see

We are shaped in the forge of our past and present. Any imperfections that come up cannot be undone, only corrected and mended. A break can be fixed, with time and a good smith. Breaks and imperfections in life can't be instantly fixed, but given time, and with

Processing emotions can be really tough. I recently had a long time to sort myself out and get into a better headspace after a traumatic event and then while I looked for a job. Did I sort myself out? No. I did not. I just did what I always do.

We as the living have a responsibility for the loved ones we cared for who are no longer with us. We make sure that they carry on within us, or within each other. The weight those losses have are immense, but in the end it is worth it, because those

There is a lake in Washington, where the surrounding trees are painted with the emotions of unimaginable loss and the lakebed is scattered with the dreams of a bright light that burned out far too soon. It is in that place where many have swam, had barbecues, even people have

I have no clue who is going to be reading this, I just launched it off of my ship and hoped for the best. However you are lucky, my anonymous friend! You get to read a story I have been meaning to get off my chest for a long time.

Howdy to whoever decides to read this. My name is Skylar and this place is where i'll put random stuff I find interesting. Could be anything from a short story to a brain dump of trauma. I don't plan on having any sort of upload schedule,