The words are not enough when silence stands like a fortress of dense secrets which keeps reality away from the fiction painted for the world. Carmine colored lips, and clackity shoes, dragged along the seashore along with thoughts of life… new beginnings sometimes look empty and bleak. Recognizable freedom is sometimes as miserable as the invisible emotional chains that bind us.
“There was a pie, sitting on the counter , just waiting to be eaten” – i ate it, in honor of you, and your humour that i miss sporadically when the world reminds me of how there’s no human scale for being fair.
i cry feelings
i bleed words
Its winter, and the tears seem to be stuck in the corner of my eye, slowly transitioning to room temperature.
You look like a geolocation, i smirk as a msg notification pops up on my screen. So close, but so far.
“We’re not addicted to texting, we’re addicted to the person that we’re texting”
You are like a million surprises. i am trying so hard… to leave, but you’re the gravitational constant that pulls me in, and under the current of life that drowns us, repeatedly.
What is the Geolocation of Home?
Decisiveness trumps hope –
Life loses meaning if you’re always waiting on a wish.
“The person you pretended to be, doesn’t exist”, she whispered at her mobile chat screen. Her jaw tightens as she contemplates.
i’m out somewhere…
bleeding words on a canvas in a storm…
i seem to have ran out of colors and light.