Entries from 2016-12-01 to 1 month

What we leave behind for others

I'm painstakingly on my way to accepting the reality of vast changes. They say that sadness is the hardest part of living, but I really beg to differ. There's an ease to sadness, as it holds one under. While one slips into a something a bi…

What I know will happen with you in Alaska

I will have grown, with parts of me inward and many dispersed amongst the clouds. There are still parts of me that will not be fully bloomed yet, but some will become flowers that you will never be able to smell, for their lifespans have c…

When you go

When you decide to leave, can you leave the door behind you slightly ajar? When you find that my love is not what you want anymore, can you toss a blanket over my shoulders so as to not feel the draft of your passing? Can you take your jac…

Re-model

History provides the knowledge that human beings are not equipped with efficient methods for managing rapid change. Those changes made by other people that reach into your guts and pull out a piece of you with your dignity. I no realize th…

Little anxious.

Shaky breaths and hesitant hands that lost feeling a few minutes ago. These are the symptoms of holding back. Nervous at the gentle tap on your shoulder, scared that it may ask you to actually speak. Grasping both sides of the railing on a…

Paper v. Plastic

I find my sense of communication with you to be the same struggle each time. If I came to you in person not trying to hide how I felt, the sobs would have stopped me the way that they should. It's been this big debate between paper and pla…

First loves.

I don't believe any two are identical. With the longevity of a whale it could have consumed me. Mine was an incessant longing, a broken promise. Though I'm not sure who would do such a thig, the wounds remain. I suppose it was lucky, as I'…

Near peace.

I don't usually write on the good days. But this, for whatever the reason seems to be an exception. It's nice to be able to have faith in others. To release yourself from old ties, even if you find yourself trapped in them again at three. …

Flash-forward.

I long to fall. Never again in the loving sense, but fall in the sense that I no longer need to cling to you. Free-fall so that I may release you from my flailing limbs. I wish to flash-forward to a time that is not this one for a moment, …

Big Ben.

I set out to find something of kindness, the same that seems to have been swept from the world with a humanity forsaken, bloody doom. In one go, intimate conversation ran beneath the white table that covered it. Enjoyable human interaction…

After the Gulf of Mexico.

I'd love to not seem like the needy type, but I just really am. I don't need much though. Some bandages to fix the mistakes I still make. Pipe cleaners to scrub the gray matter that refuses to rest. A simple pillow to take your place. Any …

The modern art of conversation.

Try to keep it lighthearted. No one wants to be the only Debby-Downer at the table. Make fun of yourself- but not to the point where they can actually see your shame. Don't mention that time you went a few days with no food because then pe…

The box.

I wish it was anger or ignorance. Some simple flesh wound that I could understand. Something that I could for once believe. Something to just once trust. I long to smile at strangers again and tell them the generic "good" that was in my da…

Wait for it.

Many times, things are learned in the most painful ways. And I need to release this because all around me are all too sick of it. In actuality, I should be smiling right now... Wait for it. I should be so happy that you're forgetting about…