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…

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…

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 …

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, …

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…

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…

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 …

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…

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…

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…

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…

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 …

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. …

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 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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

I think the care that I once harbored for you is finally beginning to tarnish on its own. The gears in my mind aren't working the way that they once did. There was the one widget that ensured that I didn't steer too far from the path that …

So happiness shouldn't last. There should be balance between the light and the heavy metals in our minds. But I just don't see how one day of happiness equated to several days of saddness. The ratio just seems a bit too off. I'm so sick of…

With my two hands, I can part a sea of water to just barely squeeze myself through. I do it not only beause I need to survie the tsunami, I do it so that I can relieve myself of the grips that the expectaions of others have branded me with…

There's a decent debate running amuck about my mind. There's the one side that reminds me that putting myself first isn't selfish, no matter how much it seems to be. The other side drilling my faith in others into the other side of my mind…

There's a fear that's come about, if you can call it that. Or perhaps one could name it a sensation. Using either title, the sensation of future will dawn overhead as the grandest eclipse, it all fades out eventually, but the journey there…

I don't think about you anymore, and I like to think that I think about you less. But sometimes my mind trudges to the cold of where you are, and while my environment isn't the most alluring, you win in any pity weather contest any day. I …

You know, surrounded by books and a set of keys, I feel more like myself than I could sitting in a group of warm smiles and eyes. In clenched fists I feel weaker than sobbing into a steaming mug of camomile. And with these tears in my eyes…

Does it make any sort of sense to fend off memories that haven't become memories yet? I'm not too sure that I even want to continue the flow of progress that is growth. Growth involves abandoning nearly everything that I once knew, and I'm…

I had been waiting for something for so long only to realize that I can't have it. It was almost as though I woke up on a crisp Christmas morning, and my house was null and void. I was waiting for something beautiful, but I watched it bein…

While trying to paw some way through life, I've found myself wondering what I want from any or it. Not necessarily the purpose of it all, because I wouldn't mind putting a rain check on that bit of knowledge. But rather, what I want to ach…

I have a feeling that at some point, near or far, there will be a massive monsoon of exhumation for the world. It will reach all corners, and perhaps, even in the slightest way, everyone will feel a dent in the clutter of their minds be ma…