got, got.

Your words burn every time I replay the dialogue in my head. Its pretty straight forward but for some reason I feel like there is something missing between the lines. Clearly there isn’t.… Continue reading

friend.

So many people come in and out of your life it’s almost near impossible to recollect from day one the first being you’ve encountered. What sets one apart from the sea of individuals is the… Continue reading

routine.

The amount of self I have put has no influence and out of convenience I allow myself to be mesmerized by bullshit you call words. Words only my heart is attracted to. The… Continue reading

so yeah.

It starts off as good intentions. It feels good. Almost liberating, then the detachment occurs. It’s there, but you ignore it and keep trying to pry what occurred minutes before. That moment has… Continue reading

for me.

If we never cross paths again, I don’t know whether to jump for joy or write the obituary of my unregainable half. Thoughts of no contact and starting anew where no one or… Continue reading

new years resolution.

I’ve made up my mind that this coming new year I am going to write more, record more, document more, capture more. I enjoy the self therapy and acknowledgement writing gives me and… Continue reading

Living, apparently.

Its been quite a bit since I’ve been on here. And that I am sorry for. I let the adult world take over my real enjoyment for giving a voice to incidental thoughts… Continue reading

quote.

I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive. – Frida Kahlo

quote.

And in the end, we were all just humans drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

side effects.

You sit there, waiting. Feeling the excitement of the embrace that never comes. You never were and never will be mine. You know the basics of love. Most just recognize the feeling. We… Continue reading