It's taken me a long time to accept that I am writing for myself. I am no longer clinging to a figment of my imagination. This is present, REAL time. I am no longer writing for my pseudo-soul mate, my color-blind lover, my ideal-not real, my friend, my friend-with-benefits. I am writing for myself ( Read more... )

There was just this one moment in our evening. One brief glimpse into a person I've never seen him be. The uncertainty left his body, he was no longer purposefully awkward so as to sustain his hipster facade. He was bold, he was brash. He cursed. I don't quite remember which word he used, but it must have been something that could handle some ( Read more... )

I'm missing the idea of someone so badly it hurts. How remarkable, I'm pained at just an idea. A figment of my over-active romantic imagination. Nevertheless, it's all the same. It's the same as if he even existed at all.

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I sat up on the bed and I couldn’t make much of anything out except for him. He was laying down on his stomach, a hand tucked underneath the pillow he rested on. I sat and watched him for a while, listened for his steady breathing. I laid back down, only I slid a little closer this time. He smelled of salted water and trees and it made my heart ( Read more... )

There are things that, if said by the right person, seem incredibly endearing, but spoken by the wrong person and the words become oddly juvenile ( Read more... )

He would have quit loving her long ago if his heart would have allowed it. There is no question that his mind, which was already filled with the certainties of failed relationships, was further led to doubt after the "circumstances". He couldn't fully blame her, but she was ( Read more... )

I have two tangents that have been fumbling through my mind which well deserve to be published, but I don't seem to have the time or the emotional well being to write them just yet. There are stories to unfold, realizations to be discovered, but not until I'm ready to hash it all out. So I'll write what's in my head at this very moment, so when I ( Read more... )

I've been sitting at the library for hours doing nothing of relevance, but everything of importance. I've been thinking. Have been sorting out my thoughts, organizing them, placing labels on them and filing them away in my mind; Mr. dewey decimal would be proud ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, I had a poem written for me. About me. It went ( Read more... )

I haven't drank in a long time. What's on my mind ( Read more... )