If I could give up my check for you right now, I just might.

So economic recessions am I right? Nothing burns a warm hole in a conversation quite like the one that got away, or the one that we wish did. However, I wish that people paid attention to the fact that you were always scarce. Safe places m…

Thin mints are pretentious and overrated.

So fish can't ride bicycles, and as deceiving as they look and disappointing as it is, I will never have the privilege to hug a cloud. However, I was always astounded at the fact that these are the things I'm designed to focus on. Obviousl…

The converse too

If I could have parts of the past versions of myself back, I wonder which I would take. I think that people molding themselves intentionally is why we have dictators and tyrants, also goth phases. I think that by wanting to show someone wh…

Nothing they could have said

A lot of the time, I wonder what it felt like to be an actor in a silent film. I ponder what it was like to be able to speak freely, and have people curious about your thoughts, what it was like to actually be able to speak them at all. Th…

It was in their boiling blood

So for the majority of the population, they see what they want and obnoxiously pluck it from the unsuspecting tree that they will always ignore. For me personally, I haven't yet so harshly yearned for such things in this tenacity. I for so…

It was really hot, but I'm glad that I have no sweat glands.

As much of a person in the life business that I've tried to become, I really can't deny that I feel like there's been such an extreme death. Like, I can't just check my phone for things that you'll never say to me, and I should really stop…

To all ye who enter... Her

Now that sounds really physical and graphic, but I'm telling you right now; it's not. You will spot her in a common place whether it be your dreams or a crowded corridor, and something about her will catch your eye before she had the chanc…

Glad I didn't cancel

So then for a while I went to the depressed place, and it was definitely a trip that I took souvenirs from (my arm could tell you better than I could to be perfectly honest) as I always do. My mother taught me to be obedient as well as sen…

And so she stopped asking

For the longest while, there had been questions itching at the silken surface just beneath my tongue. And having gotten wind of the fact that I, as only one person, am not allowed to know everything, and that's a good thing allow those que…

It was a one beer too many before it all kind of just burned

And so I was making my way into my car and I was just thinking about the myriad of ways that one could explain that something was utterly destroyed, when of course out of nowhere, this freak of a tree crashes into a building and demolishes…

That one time that I went to the gym (voluntarily)

I tried exercise for the first time last Thursday. I can safely say, I will never understand your obsession with it. To get my heart going that fast, I need only think about if I left the curling iron on at home, or the different paths tha…

My own two hands

By this point, I'm almost positive that I was born in the right era. Although I love the light touches of a past that was never meant to be mine, I created my own self from the scraps of both. Equally beautiful, and both happening simultan…

It all fell to somewhere anyway

He wrote it for her, and it was everything that I would have expected from him. He wrote the magnum opus to their demise as a unit, and somehow took all of it back in one fell swoop of his wrist. Perhaps it wasn't something that I should h…

Sponge-like

Contrary to popular belief, there are a myriad of broken things that can never be fixed. This might not have been the most popular way of thought amongst the majority of society, but it was definitely something that had floated through my …

Fish tanks of things I no longer own

On this here almost empty stage, I present to you two cloaked tanks, both of which you might take with you upon your impending exit of my mind. However, you may only remove one cloak from either tank. Now I didn't make the rules. In fact, …

A cynical skin

I always find it strange when I start to feel something that I hadn't felt in a long time, and then when it hits, it hurts so much more than it did to start. And while it hasn't completely harshed my mellow, I'm hitting a slight slump in t…

The Family Photo Album

To all of my near and far destinations, I carry an old photo album. Not too bulky, but not thin in any respect. I grew up to the daunting jingle of my mother's voice incessantly reminding me that we eventually forget everything. I always t…

Flashing vacancy sign

As well as the life that I wish you, I love the feeling of not starving for you every day. For without your salt water in my eyes, things became abundantly clear. I don't feel the need to be anything other than myself. The loose jeans and …

Caved in with distance

I wonder if parents know that instilling a fear of being average would release a cage full of crackens into the minds of children. A whole field of fear just for me to frolick. A whole list of possibilities ad futures for me to flee from a…

The major souveiner of a terrible year

After shivering for so long, it feels decent to be able to stop. I'm not sure I mind the fact that I haven't moved from my lying position yet. The floor sure doesn't mind me here. I've gotten about every look that I could have been given f…

More of the end.

It is to my belief that recovery ends when one becomes sick of recovering. The healing process can be so that it becomes sickening to know that it isn't over. Being in that gross, sick of feeling sick state, I'm not at all sure what's comf…

Sleeping with the enemy

I don't think that I've found a more arduous task than trying to find soft, comforting pillow, in a cloud that I'll fall through anyway. The cloud just looks like such a nice fluff to come home to, and the one I've been sleeping on just do…

The little souveiner of a terrible year

It might make me terrible, but you wouldn't dare guess how many times I hoped that I wouldn't need to know when you spend time with her. I'm fine without knowing that you mended her wounds when she was a klutz, and she thought you were so …

When the big black dot appears.

I wonder if painters ever make one big, splotchy mistake in the center of the canvas due to a lack of planning. If so, where do they go from there? I suppose one could simply get a whole new canvas, free of remarks and smudges of thought. …

Sorry that all I have are meaningless words.

It's such a shame that all I have to express the sentiment of endings are words. I could get you an EKG so that maybe you could have heard how my heart used to leap whenever I saw you, and how it sank when I then saw her attatched. If I ha…

I kissed the palm of my hand and blew you a kiss.

I don't think I really have anything left to say to you anymore. I just can't go on like you do preteding as though there was never anything wrong. I am not a pity case, nor do I need anymore of yours. You've made your choice to stop carin…

Sorry I need to move.

I'm halfway sorry that I ever laid eyes on you in the first place. I wonder who I would have been had I not have. A whole chunk of who I am would be filled with this mysterious substance and while I try not to care for what it might have b…

I want to say that it's completely fine.

While I'm trepidatious to say that I feel better, I sort of feel better. I can't say that it's that one feeling of when you go to a furniture store and you find the perfect pillow. No hug can truly match the relief of that one. I know that…

The touch of your eyes

Does anyone ever notice the pointlessness of speaking without looking at someone else's eyes? They'll tell you so much if you'll only let them.While I choose to look away from you, do not let me be misunderstood: I mean to look away from y…

The Bright, Warm, Yellow Plate

I recall loving you once. I can remember the thoughts, the longing for each other's minds. See, I feel this inconsequential need to put this into a metaphor, because although the bare bone language that I would speak to my sister conveys t…