Everyone wants someone, we are all just out there floating amongst the stars looking for that one person we can share ourselves with, who will be gentle with us, who feels safe. And then you find that person, you open yourself up, like a patient on a table, you are[…]
When I get to a place where my heart won’t accept what my head understands, I write. Not too long ago I walked into a room not knowing you were out there in the world, when I walked into that room had a very clear understanding of the person I[…]
Everytime my fingers land on the keys, the words simply aren’t there. I type a few keystrokes, and quickly erase everything that I have written. I can’t express how my heart is feeling right now, other than there is a sense of loss I am unaccustomed to. A few minutes[…]
Sometimes I find myself trembling and I don’t know why. The words that I write seem to echo off the walls of these empty places in my heart like the sounds of a great cavern. There are days when I am nothing more than lost. I wish desperately that I[…]
Minutes creep by and slowly turn into hours, which crawl towards new days. I start to write to you and I stop myself, I heard you when you said stop. And so it is, I either turn to your facebook page to confirm that we are in fact still friends,[…]
Love is present through everything. It never pauses. It never stops. It’s always there. Like a fucking mad hammer greeting you with grace from the most fascinating dream you thought that would never come true. It’s there. It doesn’t leave you. Like the tick of a clock, reminding you that[…]
There has not been a second of this day that my thoughts have not been consumed of you, what was and now is. I never imagined that it would take all these years to find what my soul has been searching for my entire life. I understand and respect your[…]
She still believes in fairytales, magic is her favorite color. She’s willing to fight for a kind of love that most have abandoned in their lives, dismissed as a fallacy of their youth. She is haunted by the words of days gone by, the memories of those things she wishes[…]
Why is it that so many of our stories begin just like this, with these words, “I met someone the other day”? There are seven billion people living on this rock. Chances are you cross paths with hundreds if not thousands of them each and every day. You wait behind[…]
To the Girl who said Yes, I believe that inside everyone one of us is a little box, a box which contains our deepest secrets, our greatest fears, our dreams and aspirations, as well as all of the things in this world we care about most. We often hide and[…]
