Of the infinite, I am ignorant It’s not for me to say, I’m just unsure if their definitions Are all that different anyway What can never begin And goes on without end Is something too unknown For my mind to comprehend Tho time is limited, I stay ignorant I trade my moments Like... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
Time 11:11 1:11 2:22 3:33 4:44 5:55 10:10 Here we are again, I sigh. "I'm...I'm sorry for everything," he stammers, "but did your wish come true, at least?" You wish I will respond, but my silence is my first wish come true. I don't know what you think, but I know that you don't deserve... Continue Reading →
I search my face in the mirror. My pupils are dilated once again. Large black orbs obfuscate the normal blue or grey hue. I dourly ponder if it is a desperate attempt by my soul to find light in my self-imposed darkness. "Who are you in there?" I muse aloud, to no one in particular.... Continue Reading →
11:11 1:11 2:22 3:33 4:44 In the prison of my mind and heart, I wonder how many times I can remain open and trusting. I had always believed that the path of love is filled with sacrifice and unselfishness. Time and time again, I've been reminded that I must love myself first, but I cannot... Continue Reading →
I'm alone now, but I'm not entirely sure that is the case. When you came into my life, you kicked up memories and emotions like pollen on a new spring day. When I looked at you, I saw myself. Broken and confused, just like me. You dejectedly told me how you rise and fall by... Continue Reading →
11:11 1:11 2:22 Fear once ruled my life, but it has fallen away from me. I suppose, when your heart gets broken enough times, hurting becomes the normal. Happiness, on the other hand, feels alien. These thoughts I carry, as I smile to you and say, "I just want you to be happy." For the... Continue Reading →
11:11 1:11 Whenever you are around me, exhaustion seems to be constant. I understand and try not to take it personally. I have that effect on people. Since everything shifted, the only constant is impermeability. People, like clouds, float in and out of my life. I've proposed it was a test to see if I could... Continue Reading →
11:11 He looked at me, with a tear sliding down his cheek. "I seem to have broken my heart." Staying silent, I painted shadows on my face. In my mind, I saw pieces of my own heart resting on his shoulder. I wonder if I could brush them off, but I assumed I'd look weird... Continue Reading →
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