there is not a language to explain now.

an emptiness and a realization.
an honest openness
unexpected.

i've become a colder person.
an older person.
dedicated selfishly to rountines
and simplicity.

i'll never understand the way love shifts.
or why i have come to recognize it in yellows
and purples.

in reflection there are 37 things i could apologize for
if you came to talk.

i lied when i said i lied.

if i were to pass her on the street ( Read more... )

i'm uber stressed out.
moving is good.
letting go is good.
it's hard stuff.
and if i could not be so utterly difficlt and lazy...

she spends her evenings alone
drinking herself to sleep
thinking of all the ways
life used to be
counting on a brilliant sunrise
to feel, if only for a moment, free.

i'm exicited about moving.
i think good things will come from this.
and i think my overall morale on living will improve significantly.

briefly and abstractly:
i think, as of now, one shot at something honest was enough.
and until i get the force of a punch in the gut again, i won't change my mind.
the intake is drastic.
and i hate endings.

you were the bluest light and the gentle feeling anyone could ever hope for.

i miss you.

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listening to patterns in the ground of a static scene ( Read more... )

when you love someone. when you tell them. it is suppose to be unconditional.
love them with every ounce of your insides.
it's weight is not light.
and show them.