So after two years, it seems that the 'funk' I found myself in had spun out of control and conjured itself into this wicked and disgusting emotion. Depression. Anxiety. Stress. These words were scrawled along several doctors' slips along with prescriptions for lorazepam, sumatriptan, and hydroxyzine, and so I wanted to recoil into the deepest… Continue reading therapy doesn’t equal escape, sir.
“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” ― Laurell K. Hamilton About a year. Very well, it seems during this span of time i've lost a luster for writing. It's been haphazardly noted that I should start up again. That misery is a drive through which… Continue reading #54 hiatus prolonged.
I could say i'm grateful for the lot that I have, but the predictability of my character says, I probably won't be. I am a petulant child, filling out the roundabouts of a crooked life I've been hoping to rebuild. I think of things I will never do. I lie far more compulsively that honesty could ever justify.… Continue reading #53 cheers to the life i never lead.
‘Touch her. I did, and I wound up breaking her. So, in favor of my words, don’t touch her. Leave her be. Never heed my words; they were cemented into her brain. But then, They became cracks and within slipped hope.’ I chose to be the volatile and destructive human being I am today. Prayers… Continue reading #52 the satellites.
“Your past is just a story. And once you realize this, it has no power over you.” — Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters ____________ There’s this thing about memories, they either have the power to destroy you, or give you a sense of security that it is only the past. Unfortunately, it becomes a… Continue reading #51 blood & charcoal.
'sweet and tender, was your life, dark and low, was your departure.' Yesterday, just after dusk, Snoopy lost his battle. The puppy with the rapturous glint adrift in his wondrous eyes, has laid to rest. My hopes were drowned with sorrow, and I will miss him dearly. But the thought of that pained gaze, no… Continue reading #50 darkness, come forth.
“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.” ― Milan Kundera So, recently I've had a few uncalled for emergencies. As one falls for… Continue reading #49 heartened fighter.
The only way out of the labyrinth is to forgive. - John Green - broken paper planes, torn dolls, neglected touch, strewn across distant fantasies, her knotted mind, her trembling lips, precious girl, pick yourself up. - This tale of fragility is many years in the making, almost eternal. A girl who decided not to… Continue reading #48 broken shutters.
____________ “A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.” ― Elbert Hubbard It's been a few days since I've posted, but it seems my writing prowess has left me barren for the time being. I've also piled books upon books haphazardly, hastily written on a torn paper, waiting that I… Continue reading #47 beneath the crumbling skies.
- blooming fervently, my love, watch as it wilts, just as you did. - a/n: Orchids are my the only forte in Botany, honestly. I know nothing else of it, except that of the many subdivisions of their rich wonder. I've to admit I become enthralled completely by the mere sight of one. As to… Continue reading #46 c’est la vie