Where are you?

i’m out somewhere…

bleeding words on a canvas in a storm…

i seem to have ran out of colors and light.

Reality

Reality is often a terse contender with bitter sweet aftertaste of the best moments, that can’t be undone, or redone.

Hearing

Life is full of the things we want to hear,

and the things that are hard to hear,

and even more difficult to bear

Selection process

“You’re choosing the way to live every day for the rest of your life,

every day until you die. I wouldn’t do this”

 

 

scale

I love you, in the empty corridors of my mind, filled with ideals and illusions of everything you’re not, and everything you could never be.  I took you and you didn’t match up against the fantasy, but i kept you anyway because you were like the best ray of sunshine in the universe.  There isn’t a word to explain the depth of hurt that courses in me, i have no words. Because there isn’t a scale for pain and hurt.

Slice of life: Don’t hurt yourself

Don’t hurt yourself revisiting illusions.  Reality is what meets us afterall. With that crashing of thunder in our hearts.