A blur, Everyone seems to be, Just, Everywhere, All the time, A blur, Whirling, Right in the midst. Just. Chaos, Stop. Unable to, Escape. Just, Stop. Please stop. Just, stop.
Six months ago today, I held your hand. I begged, repeatedly. Asking you, please stay.
159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days. Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself. 159 days = 22…
On nights when I can barely keep my eyes closed, my mind just wanders. Aimlessly. Sometimes, I think of you. The hows and the whys. Repeatedly.
Endless white walls. Her eyes closing. Dark stretched canvas. Without playing a single note. Blue hues, with drops of rain. Scratches of red wine. Etched in the wood work.
One gaping hole. Your life. Without her. Pain. This pain. Unyielding. Your life. Unforgiving. Without her.
One step forward. Two steps back. We fight, senseless arguments, we hurl words that can never be taken back. One step forward. Two steps back. Hues of red, pink and orange, staring back at us.The world made perfect, just for us.Only for us. One step forward. Two steps back. Doubting forever. Endless tears. Cold starless skies….
Have you ever thought, how something so clear can ever make you feel disoriented? Confused that one very turn, clouded judgments, complicated decisions, can cause tears — Immense pain. Make you lose countless battles. They met, not by fate, but by chance. Fell in love, deeply, by choice but never by reason. Have you ever…
Woke with a bloody fist and a busted lip, countless broken dreams on the floor.
3 A.M. I lie awake while the rest of those in my time zone were deep in slumber. I think of you. I think of us. Then I realized, I won’t be able to write another word tonight.