This is my asylum. An escape route. A pursuit or obsession. An avenue to catalog my emotions and thoughts. Some are vague imaginations, some are completely fabricated. So don't read between the lines and behind the words. Not all are true. 

I HAVE MOVED 

I really am seem to be having a writer's block.. It's such a fearful thing -- to lose my avenue to express. All things beautiful and ugly are blossoming and rotting in my head in sentences that are without the ability to flow out of my head and onto paper. Then soon the sentences jumble up and the words run into a chaos, making my mind a really ( Read more... )

"Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things." - T.S. Eliot

In a sudden, inexplicable rush of emotions, I miss my Grandpa so much.  Things have been going fantastic this summer, I couldn't ask for more. I can't seem to actually write anymore, although the words still flow into perfect coherent sentences in my head. I seem to have lost some kind of fight in me. All I want to do everyday is to sleep, safe and ( Read more... )

The past 8 days has been entirely blissful. A wonderful short but sweet trip to Tioman gave me a glorious tan, crazy nights and a break I wanted and needed. Friday and Saturday saw me spending time with Drew at Resorts World and attending his social night after an hour long ride of madness in the car. It was really akin to the Amazing Race like he ( Read more... )

Severe severe severe severe writer's block. It's killing me. 

Am I just a blinded fool? Or am I just unwilling to see clearly? Either way, still foolish. 

3 years. More than a thousand days of euphoria, bliss, magic, agony, anger and sadness. All kinds of wonderful. I'll take all of that. I heard this in a drama recently, "I'll use the rest of my life in exchange for a single ordinary day". I would too, I will spend the rest of my life with you hoping for ordinary days. I want to be by your side when ( Read more... )

Doubt is like a plug that will stop your breathing. A frown that won't go away. A gun that challenges your faith. A ghost that will haunt your days. I've never been one to water the seeds of doubts to let them flourish, let alone allow anyone to plant it in my head. But what if the seed was borne from within me? Then it is a thousand, if not ( Read more... )