It's time for change.  I can't fight me forever. Be patient with me. I have a feeling this is going to take awhile.

A very long while.

I don't know what to do anymore.

Everything has gone wrong this summer. Everything.

This has to be the hundredth time that I have sat in front of this same Word document trying to write out how I’m feeling.  I type, I erase, I type, I erase, I type, and I leave it erased.  You see, I had this strange notion that I still meant something to you.  Good thing I have this habit of finding truth in the middle of a pack of lies.

In the ( Read more... )

i guess we define 'forgotten' in different ways.

i told you so. i give up.

I am alone.

why are you pretending to care? you've already defeated me. what more do you want? i can't give you anything else. i was already fool enough to give you everything.

I’m the book that you buy despite the fact that you know you’ll probably never read it.  So, you’ll place me upon a shelf and there I will sit gathering grime and cobwebs.  Days, possibly years, later after many generations of arachnids have hatched from the crevices of my spine you’ll find me pushed behind the more prominent volumes of your ( Read more... )

The past few days have been full of self inflicting difficulties. I am continuously reminded of what it is that I don't have anymore.

In a flash of light and a boom of thunderous noise I watched you walk away under the branches of a golden weeping willow tree.

You didn't turn back.

As the lights faded, flowers of ash and smoke filled the sky.

As ( Read more... )

This is my secret. This is your secret. This is our secret.  A secret that you keep from me. A secret that I keep from myself. A secret that I keep from you.  A secret that you keep from yourself. A secret that we keep from each other ( Read more... )

I feel like I’m standing outside of a locked house.  Blinds drape behind the glass panes of barred windows.  Even if I were to find the key and enter once again into the depths of the rooms, I wouldn’t register familiarity.  I wouldn’t know where anything has been placed.  If I did find myself walking those cold halls I don’t know if I would be ( Read more... )

If it's true what is said about tragedies and death coming in sets of three...

then we're two down one to go.

I hate funerals.

I hate this month.  I hate these last two weeks.  I can't wait for June to be over.