I don’t know how to feel about him. He was nice, he really was. But it’s like a switch flipped and he turned into everything he was not. It took me by surprise and it happened when my guard was down.
So when I think about him, I’m confused. Because I remember him as two people.
The person I fell for and the person who broke my heart.
I was listening to Dr. Dre earlier today when suddenly it hit me.
Random ramblings that don’t make sense. That’s what I’ve become. Haha.
There are no more tracks on how many loops around the world I’ve done at this time to act as if I was a traveler from another dimension, brought to lift shoulders and steal pain from palms that chose not their fate.
As someone who feels deeply, outside of this epiphany – on the writings – dedicated to souls on their backs and stuck expressions with tall tales, I can’t help the want to grasp their face and achingly ask why.
It is something I can’t figure out myself, but I can see the hope in some of their eyes that it will be seen. That person isn’t me, you know – to save them. Although I will help along the way.
The secret is this… Eyes that focus with love and desire, can save just about anything, maybe even anyone.
Even if you are looking in mirrors.
From a winter kiss.
Having an online journal is a fun thing. It allows you to re-visit a moment in time. Sometimes, a little too much.
It’s been awhile Tumblr.
The only time I would write here is when 1, my website is down and 2, I’m not in a good place in my life and I am both right now. (Edit: now my website is back-up!)
I’m single. It seems forever ago since I last uttered those words. After 7 years, I am single again.
Broadsheet paper. Yikes.
There was a time in my life where I hated reading and writing. And newspaper was the reason why.