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A Life Half Lived
Sometimes I think I'm adrift in the world with no lifeboat, moving further and further from you, no way to return ( Read more... ) -
The Shadow at the Corner of my Eye
I can't quite remember your face. The memories have slowly faded with time, bright days of laughter fading into phantom whispers lurking in the corner of my mind ( Read more... ) -
Neutiquam Erro
This will NOT be my end ( Read more... ) -
My kingdom for a psalm
My dreams can no longer sustain me.
As the days drone on and moments turn in to years I can no longer find the hope that once seemed so near
What they warned would come to pass has finally come and as they foresaw, the dark abyss draws near.
Do you not see that I crumble under the weight of your despair that as your depression coats me a think layer ( Read more... ) -
Letters from the past
I got an email from you today and for a good minute I was sure that it was just spam. There was no way you actually emailed me. I just couldn't allow myself to believe it was possible. Here I am just starting to get over you, and you decide to write me. Here I am just beginning to move on and you send me an email that jerks me right back to where I ( Read more... ) -
Stress
I don't know what is more stressful, exams and papers piling up like a great mountain of despair, or the overwhelming feeling of terror and embarrassment anytime I let my mind drift. -
Not Fair
Asking me why I don't like relationships while I'm lying in bed next to you for the second night in a row, just isn't fair. Its not even a little bit cute or fun, but I suppose I owe you an explanation, at least here if not in person ( Read more... ) -
pseudonyms
You asked me if I had a name I always go to, a go to pseudonym that I frequently use as an escape. I lied and told you no. Of course I have a pseudonym, but it would become irrelevant if you knew about it. My safe haven would be destroy as something even more intimate than these writings are revealed. In the grand scheme of my life these scribbles ( Read more... ) -
In another universe
There is a universe where it was my first kiss, where he is the first thing I've had resembling a real relationship. There is a universe where I blush and stammer and don't have to feign naivety or perjure myself with every breath. A universe where I can relax completely in his embrace because I am just basking in the novelty of being held. The is ( Read more... )
