Dearest Past, I write this to myself. A reminder of where I am knowing that it won't matter when I find where I need to be. Dear Stranger, I am ashamed to admit that I am not worthy of you yet. Not because of who you are. One can never be less or more in an honest relationship,… Continue reading Ti Amo
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Tired
Recently I've been reflecting on the things that have been going on around me, and well I've decided, I'm tired. For the sake of this post and my mind needing some semblance of order, I'm going to break up this post into two parts: I'm tired of miscommunication and hate, So some context, I live… Continue reading Tired
Dashboard Confessional
Contentment, peppered over by a small dose of charm and sliced up into little melodious pieces. All layered upon each other to achieve that delicate balance between distraction and distinction. Whether I am singing along at the top of my lungs, or preoccupied with writing and listening to this keeps me mellow. It matters not… Continue reading Dashboard Confessional
The collector of broken hearts
If the world where a haze of black and white. I would be the collector, the man of broken shards and pieces. I sift through the darkness and the light, always searching for them. My body a shadow. My eyes burning bright. On do I search, through the dark and the light. My… Continue reading The collector of broken hearts
Bonds of the heart
Be mine? Run, run, run, run, running through it... Start, applause, appease? Sifting through the memories of bonds never unbroken. Stop, think, dream? Faster, faster, faster, faster it goes! Spinning now, around and around spinning through the effortless breaths of golden sunlight. Open, warmth, blossom? Ahh, taste it on… Continue reading Bonds of the heart
Milkshake Thoughts 