I want your warm but it will only make me colder when it's over. Strange how things never seem to last. Change is no longer a long term commodity anymore, was it ever? No matter the circumstance, we never really get out, we run and run and pull slightly ahead of our captors but we soon lose our second wind and they are back.. close on our heels ( Read more... )

It's like a constant repetition of scenarios playing through my mind. Conversations that haven't taken place yet of people and plans that haven't met or solidified. Like an annoying, infectious techno song that just won't quit. Get out, get out, get out!!

Life is the most random of things I've ever come across. Hours and Days and Months of blah blah blah are suddenly interupted by horrendous change popping out of every passing corner. When things are monotonous and predictable at last, bam! The change is inevitable and welcome, though rather unexpected. That's what makes it so momentous. You don't ( Read more... )

At eighteen, I feel elated. I am in a place of loveliness and clarity and new beginnings. It feels like love. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx thank you.

Sometimes I find myself second guessing my choice to choose those around me. Why shut people out, they may have something worthwhile to add to life. And then I converse with someone outside my fence and realize how much there is to lose, my integrity, my sanity. It's not worth the worry. The people around me are colorful and deep and special and at ( Read more... )

When I'm tired and alone I find myself mourning the loss of a love I've never had. My heart sinks as I listen to these songs of misunderstandings, fleeting love that's disappeared as quickly as it popped into my life. Or as I would imagine it would. I'm lacking in experience. I just want to know the people I love now. They're out there, I have a ( Read more... )

Have you ever noticed that puddles seem to develop underneath swingsets as though there was no other place they'd rather be? A puddle sinks so perfect, fitting like a puzzle piece into the groove left by kicking feet as they pump higher and higher into the clouds. I feel like painting, I do believe I might just do that. I wish I had the capacity to ( Read more... )

Lovely days happen rarely, and when they do they are a treasure to keep locked inside my heart. It was a sunday to end all sundays, a day of rest and praise and joy. All that sunday's are meant for. We wandered the town in a daze of happiness. Characters of all sorts joined our day like stitches. A comment here, a smile there, a simple hello and we ( Read more... )

While searching blindly in the dark for reciprocity, I overlooked the golden rule. To recieve you must first give and have faith your love will be returned. I am a tough nut to crack at the best of times, as a protective cover of indifference has formed over a well scarred heart. I love you, I love you, I love you, don't let me cast that aside so

I'm no Rasputin, you ain't no Rapunzel. Is there such a thing as willingly falling? I don't believe in my own ability to hold my head above water anymore. My emotions are more tumultuous than the raging waves of the quintessential ocean. I don't understand my inability to remain stable. I love you, I hate you, I want you, I want you as far from me ( Read more... )