I saw a shooting star while we were talking tonight. I didn't say anything about it, but I paused my words and it gave me a moment to imagine if things like that mattered, if wishes could be made and, more importantly, made real. If they could come true. I wouldn't wish for a long… Continue reading Each day is that day
The joy I just heard in my mother's voice broke my heart. She got a call back from someone who I quickly realized was a flower shop, she was so happy that they were open today and got back to her early today. As I listened to my mother listing numbers, I heard how happy… Continue reading My mother’s voice
Again I woke from dreaming about you. I had brought Roxy to the vet, and you were meeting me there for some reason. She was fine of course, and I just watched in awe as you walked in in some ratty jean shorts and flip flops and an old tee shirt. I didn't gawk outwardly,… Continue reading Nothing else in this world
I just want to know why. I've never had an explanation that felt real, that made sense, or synced up with what I saw. Maybe she just wasn't who I thought she was, and that's skewed my examination. She obviously differed partly from what she presented, lying and cheating for months. But that part of… Continue reading It’s always me.
all around the sound of the world rings the ceaseless, meaningless noise of every small thing pushing itself against all else it's deafening, truly, the world that moves i am punished for listening, for existing, for caring, for being the calm mews of the sweet beasts, the hushed rustle of a million leaves on the… Continue reading it is a hell
There is a window, it shows all that is possible to see from where you are. It lets in some things but keeps others out. It is amiable in that way. This window can be, if pushed, a path, and though it is not designed for this purpose, sometimes any way through is acceptable. There… Continue reading There is a window.
from her they cower and slink except the fearless ones who first curl their lips and bare their teeth caging the growls until they see the light of the moon shimmer in her white eyes and they whimper and moan, they cry like babes left in the snow, born far too soon. the mountains do… Continue reading the mountains of the wolves, pt. 2
At the top you see the date when this screenshot was saved, a year and three days ago. After trying for over a year to get my ex to take a vacation with me and failing every time (my 'vacation' weeks were spent at home, doing nothing), I had by August downgraded my efforts. I… Continue reading Twist that fucking dagger
part of what worries me now is that if i stop loving her i'll never be able to start again. with her specifically, or with anyone at all. i can't imagine anyone else anyway, but that's not what worries me. what i fear now is that if the love, if being in love, stops for… Continue reading