We are from different worlds, you and me, Dorian. In mine, there was no time for bright fancies and happy inventions; no stopping for tea. The only game we played was to survive. If you didn't win, you just didn't finish.

Loser, loses all.

You probably don't understand that.

“You may not have loved me,” I whisper, my tears dropping onto his face ( Read more... )

Despite what they said I used to have a soul.

No one ever told me that grief felt so much like fear.

Guilt will eat at you like battery acid if you let it.

Fold and live to fold again.

It all ends in quiet tears anyway,

Come Christmas morning.

Madison

My skin carries the memory of where it's been, who it’s touched.

My skin freezes and it burns. My elbows are tempests and my eyes are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by these touch memories and my skin is in exile from myself.

But I won’t let the pain define me,

I will try to let it refine me.

Madison

With heavy lidded eyes I traversed the ether and somehow found my way back to you. I recall feeling the warmth of your fingers as they traced their path back to the old spots and back to the memory of us.

It was ecstasy. For a moment. But then that moment passed, and it was like you never knew.

All the beautiful words I had written with extensive ( Read more... )

My thoughts are unspooling in a thousand different directions across a chaotic yet beautiful canvas.

I pick at the thread as I sketch my emotions across the day light. Some thoughts are loud, like shouts into a formidable gale, while others are quiet, like whispers in the dark only to myself.

My thoughts chase me as I run.

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I want to control my life, but life isn’t a science experiment. And I can’t contain my world forever.

Still escape rooms are cheaper than therapy.

So, I simply enjoyed my ice cream under an umbrella by the lake, as the table around me hummed with the heat.

Madison

What happened was we became a family of three.

There had been times before when there were more of Us. A time when We had acted like a Team. But those moments were very different from ever feeling like a Team.

You might call it compassion.

In Our own way.

You could even call it affection.

In Our own way.

After all, it is rare that it happened to Us ( Read more... )

Being strong is what We do.

We champion rational thoughts like trophies We should be proud of.

But I’m not proud.

Is it because We have felt so much that now, all We have left is to feel nothing at all?

My fingers tap the surface. I’m waiting to make the call.

Madison

It's funny how the colours of the real world only seem really real when you watch them on a screen.

But that’s life isn’t it? Like we’ve all awoken ten minutes after the big picture has started, and no one will tell us the plot, so we each have to work it out for ourselves.

Nevertheless here is where the parallels between movies and real life stop.
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If I close my eyes, I can still hear the warmth of that golden afternoon.

Wind dancing in the trees, daylight shimmering off the brickwork, cicadas calling in chorus.

It felt uninterrupted and I found consolation in all the weird and wonderful living noises that subconsciously were keeping me company.

But this is how it always goes.

Always together ( Read more... )