Please forgive me if I'm cold.

I think I have a right to be.

No matter what, this tight tension will remain in my chest, until time allows it to slowly ebb away. But perhaps He is right. Rather than constantly ignite it, it is better to ignore and remain with a dull pounding. For after all, this will eventually go away, right ( Read more... )

cryptic, seemingly hopeless words spill from my mind. but do not fret, for despite the negatives that i must address, there are a multitude of little things that make me so merry. Old friends, with a refreshed friendship, and long talks in which we relate. Hugs: bear hugs, side hugs, long hugs, quick hugs, sad hugs, joyful hugs, oh the happiness a ( Read more... )

Yes, I used to love it right there, that hollow space where I could hear the rhymthmic beatings that lulled me into a false sense of security. Yes, false, for now I am exposed and alone. Memories of words that slipped through my lips into your ear still haunt me. No stretch of time will change what has happened ( Read more... )

Every time this negative response slips from my lips, waves of guilt and regret sweep over my body. Sometimes not immediately, but always eventually ( Read more... )

A happier tune for a happier time ( Read more... )

Smooth skin, stretched over these busy joints. The first joint, the beginning point of these two small miracles. My wrists fluxuate as dictated, working to support my hands. The backs of my hands, through which webs of spindly blue veins are seen. On the reverse side, webs of another caliber, wrinkles that deepen as my hands are exposed to more ( Read more... )

I feel myself slipping, like a child trying to climb a slide in socks. Down below, my old familiar surroundings. I needed to get away, so climbed this slide. And at the top, hands, grabbing me, bringing me to new heights. But now these hands of support are so distant. I cannot remain here in their absence. And so, my steady, sure descent begins. I ( Read more... )

The wiperblades screech across my windshield, disspelling the rain, only to receive more of the satiating drops. Some days are periods of dry bliss, and in these times I am glad of the warm sun that I receive. But in the end, it seems only to remind me of how much I enjoy the rain. But I have learned that I cannot handle this rain in torrents. It ( Read more... )

clickety-clack, my fingers race across the keys, rushing to send news to those so distant. snapshots of daily life, plans to meet again, the ever-resounding "i miss you". walls mounting; powerless to hinder their construction. impatiently awaiting the date upon which your sparkling eyes and skittish smirk once again fall into view. for now, even ( Read more... )