April 2010
2 posts
I get really scared when i can actually feel my heart beating in my chest. It reminds me of my mortality and that I’m powerless over its function. I used to get these certain thoughts that I couldn’t shake right before I fell asleep. You try and not think of them, but they would find their way into my stream of exhaustion. One would be if I could mentally stop my heart. If i...
March 2010
1 post
i cannot help but be awake. the tiny raindrops are falling outside this bedroom window. a bedroom belonging to none other than the person i long for the most. the real me. the unedited version who sees nothing more than beauty beyond the first glace. how desperately voided her life has become. thoughts come and go as those of strangers in our life. focus on one part, ignore the rest. ...
April 2009
2 posts
day one.
I keep thinking that she will be back. What happened, how did everything in her life come down to this. She glances down at her baby pink flats and gently kicks at the lush grass. If only just only her soul was as alive as this lawn. It’s lawn that belongs to no one. For sale. She thinks quietly to herself, if only. If only I could buy this, would that automatically give me home. ...
So the little girl walked up to the brick home, vivid blue in her eyes she is unaware of what will be waiting for her when she knocks on the door. Slowly stepping towards the looming house she stumbles over a rock, kicking it in the process. Something shiny catches her sight. Slowly bending down she scoops up this item that looks brand new.