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Erosion.
I suppose it must be that I am growing. But it hurts no less to be letting you go ( Read more... ) -
Unreal.
I can't say it to you ( Read more... ) -
Walking Man's Road.
I'm hungry, weary, but I cannot lay me down;
the rain comes, dreary, but there's no shelter I have found.
I remember those lyrics still. My then sympathy has evolved into something more empathetic now. They were beautiful, tragic words then. Now they're more of a beautiful, tragic truth ( Read more... ) -
Quarantine.
Bending, breaking, splintering, disappearing into the grayest of grays ( Read more... ) -
A scrupulous endeavor is you.
What more can I do, but to watch, circle, hone my perspective, wait for some kind of understanding. My brain ticks away after you, seeking ignition. Perplexed is becoming more than a state of mind, but an existence, a habitat, and an uncomfortable one. Somehow, this alien atmosphere draws upon my intrigue and I deliberately pull it into my lungs, ( Read more... ) -
Good mourning, sweetheart.
I do mourn you.... you ( Read more... ) -
Wreckage
My heart feels not just hollow, but broken - as if the weight of its world caved in. I'm thirsty. Thirsty, for someone to listen me out. I am pining away and for not just anyone. But I am exposed. And I peal for someone to flirt with. I like it. But I am afraid of defining Next. That said, Fear is an exploited term. Used too casually. Real fear ( Read more... ) -
Too little risk.
It is in looking back at all the fragmented beginnings and middles and end pieces of my many acquaintances and so-supposed friends, that I see my own failure to commit and trust and expose my vulnerable zones ( Read more... ) -
Forever Growing, Forever Striving Forward
The salt dilates the staunchly settled fibers, threading apart with its sting what previously bound together seemingly nonmalleable matter. But the sting, coarse and driving, is not so much malefic, rather, antiseptic - meant to dredge out the impurities and expose a vulnerable but precocious second skin, more adapted than the one before, having ( Read more... ) -
Safety
It has been more than five years since I last slept in the wrappings of a lover's arms.