She lives in a hole inside your heart and doesn't pay a single cent. A bottomless pit of sorrow, her walls are bursting with portraits of different faces, all of them empty eyed and scarred. The cupboards in her kitchen filled with desires and dreams, all trapped in jars. On the refrigerator door, she keeps a … Continue reading She.
I wake up everyday to the same thing. My skin, shredding. My bones, breaking. My mind unraveling. Demanding to be unmade. My conscience ready to fade. My soul begging to be remade. A new beginning, calling my name. A new start, away from the pain. Nails dragging down my mind. The screeching fills my head … Continue reading Unraveling
My shopping cart lady, with your fiery red dress. A walking flame passing by my window. I don't know what's in the air today my lady, because when the wind howls, I hear it's cry. They tell me to ignore you but to never forget you. I don't understand the hypocrisy. Can I tell you … Continue reading The shopping cart lady.
"What are you doing here in the mirror? I haven't seen you in a long time, ever since you turned away from me. Your body is starving, your soul deprived. I remember how it used to be. I barely recognize you. I can't help but compare it to the leaves falling off the trees, the … Continue reading A silent promise.
I have written this post a hundred times and can still not find the words to express what I want to tell you. But hopefully you know what I am trying to say. You have spoiled me WAY too much. I have some serious expectations of people because of you. This may be an issue … Continue reading To My Oldest Sister,
Was it just me or did January feel really long? I know I kept looking at the calendar and thinking to myself it's only the third week?! Come on. On top of that, I did not post nearly as much as I had wanted too but its been a crazy few weeks hence why I wanted … Continue reading Its February!
My phone rings again. But today I am tired. I’ll save myself from all the acting. Besides, it won’t stop them from interacting. There are plenty of me to go around. All of us seeking validation until our heads pound. Biting back the truth behind our fake smiles. Burying the suffocating anxiety with leading this … Continue reading Modern Age