Love

So he had taken me to a place that was very beautiful.
This enormous, majestic waterfall with a perfectly rounded swimming hole at the base.
The slate soft rocks had been carved out perfectly over hundreds of years, to suit sunbathers.
It's like they knew.

So anyways there we were in this beautiful place, and it was a beautiful day.
We hiked this long, skinny and windy trail to reach our destination, and as we walked he talked.
He asked me things like "what are your aspirations" and "what do you do to relax?".
Quickly it became clear that this inquisitor had taken me on a date.
Much to my lack of knowledge, and much more to my dismay, it became clear that I had been swindled.

Swindled into being on a date. The last place in the world I wanted to be at that moment.
I was sick of spending days in front of beautiful waterfalls with someone who wasn't Him.
I felt like an adulterer even being near someone who wasn't Him.
Sick to my stomach with guilt, I mindlessly droned short, non-descriptive and pretty over-the-top ambiguous answers to his many questions.
I didn't feel like sharing my prepared answers with anyone but Him.

"Have you ever been in love?" came the doozy swirling off of his quickly-whipping tongue.
"Have you?" I dodged.

Droning on and on for moments as I heard the tale of the young woman who made him quite happy for a period of time, he finally came to the clause that I stand very firmly against. "But I don't love her anymore".

In my head I scolded him for believing he had ever been in love. I know quite positively that if you fall in love, you never fall out.

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“The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.”

—	Papa Hemingway

DAMN BITTERSWEETNESS

the key to comfort in the deepest place of darkness is light.

the key to comfort in the deepest place of darkness is light heartedness.

the key to comfort in the deepest place of darkness is to take your mind away.

the key to comfort in the deepest place of darkness is to take your mind up.

the key to comfort in the deepest place of darkness is to focus on the light.

the key to comfort in the deepest place of darkness is to remember that this too shall pass.

WHY CAN'T I WRITE AND MAKE SENSE ANYMORE?

Dear Sir,

I apologize, as some memories I had planned for us have been spoiled.
Some trash is laying on our bedroom floor.
I can't seem to remove the stench.

Please make sure to come home anyway, I'm dying to meet you.

hilarious

The ebb and flow that is life cracks me up.

 

For a week I’ll be blasting Passion Pit with the windows down, invincible, unafraid, and energy coming from everywhere.

Then I’ll hit a day where all I want to do is listen to Ludovico and sleep. I can’t find my smile. Nobody gets to come in.

 

It’s natural, really. Such is life, as they say. Chemically, Mentally, Emotionally, that makes sense.

Archaoism

"...and forgive me because i am a little irrational at times; forgive me, because i am made of an organic composition that is not of this earth. i am from some plane that was not meant to exist here and i have been trying to find my home in vain for what feels like a thousand years. there are times that i think i have found it in your chest, but you are somewhere else and i am here and i think that maybe i have this tendency to over do, this inability to comprehend that maybe my insides are made of too many tender things that these people around me have no interest in.

too many shots down on an empty stomach and all i want to do is kiss you, but instead i think maybe i will climb upstairs, curl into my bed, and remember that there are things inside of me worth loving and maybe maybe maybe one day they will be seen.

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“because i don’t want to blow up your phone at two in the morning with drunk texts”, archaoism

Ahh but that's just how I like it.
Completely consumed in dance.