Find arms that will raise you up from your most helpless plights and hold you at your frailest. Find eyes that will behold your beauty, even at your ugliest. Find a heart that will love you unquestioningly, even at your most repulsive. Because that is the only love that really matters. And when they aren’t…
Personal
Unfinished Story
We sure would have made one hell of a story if we hadn’t run out of ink.
Writer’s Block
Sometimes I lose the ability to turn words into art. Maybe I should let them speak for themselves, but they can be such timid fellows, and I wouldn’t want to pressure them. So instead I’ll just listen to the silence the world destroys by talking and talking, wishing I could say something that would make…
“Let go!”
You’ve heard it many times. But how do you really say goodbye to someone you love? There seems to be more pain in admitting it’s no use holding on… but what about those romantic letters and gifts? What about the dreams you said you’d both achieve together someday, and the promise to keep trying when…
Fickle Friend
Sorry is a word that means nothing anymore, like a Frisbee being tossed around on a summer day. It’s just another word that has entered into disuse. We are living in a world where some things hold little to no value. People are outright liars. Friends are outright liars. Camaraderie is too fickle a thing…
A Feeble Attempt
It’s strange how you think you can capture your feelings for someone in a few words and when you go do just that, you discover that the said feeling is ever expanding, beyond your reach, like a galaxy. And every attempt at expressing it is powerless.
Puzzle pieces
More often than not, people fall for the person who they say “fixed” them or the person who “put the pieces back together”. The first person who showed up to their doorstep when they were wallowing in heartache. Like all they want is to be saved. Like all they need is to be saved. I…
The one who never was
Dreaming of you has become my worst fear. Because I shouldn’t be. I do not wish to be with you. I do not even think of you. We had our chance, we blew it. I don’t even consider that as something real now. There were times in the past when I was concerned about you…
Today
Yesterday, I was inspired to write this. Yesterday, I had something beautiful to say. Yesterday, I waxed poetic. I was a prophetic genius. Today, I am trying to be who I was yesterday. I am holding on to some vague idea that I had for a minute or two, and I am trying to express…
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