I bite to break skin, to exsanguinate that sudden surge of you circulating through me every now and again.
After all, who purchases a frame for the stock photos displaying strangers in the act of creating manufactured moments of supposed happiness? I am the prospect of better days that lay ahead in a frame for another's future to fill.
“Sometimes, I write suicide letters addressed to all the people I love.” Dorian had an abrupt way of vomiting out her thoughts and allowing them to spill across lighthearted conversations that were taking place. Perhaps it was her eyes that foreshadowed the onslaught of her awkward proclamations such as this one he thought. They were... Continue Reading →
Well.. Gray has this way of shading a person's perception. It happens slowly and then all at once as Hemmingway put it. You are walking down the street wearing your rose tinted glasses and then it knocks the wind out of you. And you start to see the world as it actually is, existing in absence. Like the color gray, it is found directly between white and black on the color spectrum. If you look up the word "gray" it is actually defined as being without color. And when it hits you, well then your fucked. With your eyesight no longer impaired, you notice the world around you is functioning to fill an inherent sense of absence, because it creates purpose for humanity."
Run. A three letter word. Surprising when you consider the multitude of words we have to choose from to get our point across to someone else. Check out this article in Reader's Digest, it goes into the explanation further and gives you a clearer insight as to why "run" was chosen as the most complicated... Continue Reading →
I actually find that I smile more often now than I have in years, its presence stirred out knowing the pain from those coins I still continue to carry are only able to remain in my life and in my mind on borrowed time.
With this realization my love, I retreated into my favorite memory, a reoccurring dream that had always made reality seem less ugly, in a picturesque setting where the entire world seemed airbrushed. Surveying that scenery in the company of silence I finally understood, that needless to say, it had been our words that had failed us.
It was November 8, 2015. I will always remember the date. It was that day I was taught to differentiate all of the numerous nicks and scratches that my natural haphazard gait and clumsiness had caused throughout my life with marks and tracks that now remain as badges of pain and shame painted in scars... Continue Reading →