• Emily commented on the post, manifest 3 years, 10 months ago

    We trick our minds. They manifest powers we do not have. We let ourselves believe in things that do not exist. We fear the impossible and trust the dangerous. Our experience is a manifestation of what we’ve tricked our brain into believing. Fake it until you become it.

  • Emily commented on the post, decompose 3 years, 11 months ago

    I decompose at the end of the day. I do not unwind. I break down until I no longer have a body that is mine. I am not alive. I am not dead. I simply am. I do not want to live. I want to be. And the way to do that is to decompose. At least when I am asleep I do not know of my body. I know of my mind.

  • Emily commented on the post, fools 3 years, 11 months ago

    We are all fools who are trying to trick ourselves into thinking that we are something more. We are no more than ignorant tricksters trying to play god in a world that I’m beginning to wonder why we think we own. We are fools who believe we will never die. That it will never be us.

  • Emily commented on the post, undetected 3 years, 11 months ago

    I wish that inside my head I could fly under the radar. To be undetected even to myself. I wish that for one day I could see inside my head as though I was an outsider peering through half-closed window curtains.

  • Emily commented on the post, alarming 3 years, 11 months ago

    The bells ringing in my head are alarming. They are the alarms that tell me I am not right and that I am not able to find this sense of being wrong. The alarms are alarming. I cannot escape these alarms, for they already tell me I am too late. I am behind. I will never be first in this race to find myself.

  • Emily commented on the post, collage 3 years, 11 months ago

    The collage that is my life has been made of experience. Experience from things I have seen with my own eyes and from things I have felt with my own body. Our lives our collages, made up of pieces that don’t seem to fit together unless you look at the whole. Things that appear unlike the others until the story has been told.

  • Emily commented on the post, scatter 4 years, 5 months ago

    Their feathers scatter in the wind. The drops of blood remain. Those fallen from grace have never felt more alone, but at the same time never more free. Free from a perfect but cold world. Free to make their own choices and to live by their own code.

  • Emily commented on the post, combine 4 years, 7 months ago

    How does one combine words to make sentences, or even combine letters to make words. How do we combine sounds to form speech. Everything seems so out of reach at that basic of a level. We have created something […]

  • Emily commented on the post, signs 4 years, 8 months ago

    All the signs were there. She should have seen it coming. From slight gestures, all the way up to the time I took her out to dinner and I insisted I pay. How could she not tell how I felt? I didn’t understand. Nor […]

  • Emily commented on the post, hundred 4 years, 8 months ago

    For the first hundred days I thought my heart was breaking each time the sun rose and you weren’t there to wake up with me. For the second hundred I just cried. Now we’re almost a year and a half later, and still […]

  • Emily commented on the post, breath 4 years, 8 months ago

    You breath on my skin was magical. I felt illuminated in a way I had never been. I felt special when your lips grazed mine and was heartbroken to see you go. I was sure I would never love again, never feel again. […]

  • Emily commented on the post, help 4 years, 8 months ago

    Help me. I think I’m going mad. I’m here to write my feelings instead of dealing with me. But that’s just like me, isn’t it. It’s just like me to run away. Actually, I’m not sure it is. Do I run away? You tell me? […]

  • Emily commented on the post, before 4 years, 8 months ago

    Before we kissed that first time, I wondered how you felt, how we would fit, how we would live. I wondered how time would flow if I felt your hand in mine. Before we touched that first time…

  • Emily commented on the post, afraid 4 years, 8 months ago

    I am afraid. My mouth met yours and I felt it. I felt the electricity that I’ve mentioned before. I didn’t know this way going to happen. It was in no way planned. But, nonetheless my mouth met yours and I am […]

  • Emily commented on the post, trial 4 years, 8 months ago

    You don’t want to hear my trials and tribulations. I know this for a fact. You don’t want to hear the pain of my childhood, or how my day went, so why even ask “How are you ma’am”, when I’d rather you called me […]

  • Emily commented on the post, begin 4 years, 8 months ago

    Shall we begin? Again. For the first time. Whichever. Something new or something old, which do you choose? What do you see in the fire of our love. Something beginning or something ending. It is all up to us and […]

  • Emily commented on the post, claim 4 years, 8 months ago

    I don’t want to claim you as mine, merely to be claimed by you. To be yours and your alone, in sickness and in health, but maybe not til death do us part. I don’t know if I’m ready, but emotionally I just want to […]

  • Emily commented on the post, despite 4 years, 8 months ago

    Despite the differences in each other, we dated. Despite the hunger in her eyes, I didn’t touch. Despite my overwhelming desire, I was afraid. That is what love feels like sometimes. Frightening. And that is when […]

  • Emily commented on the post, together 4 years, 8 months ago

    When we were together, I felt so much more alive than before. Whether we were just walking, or laying in bed, my senses seemed heightened. My mind thought more important thoughts, and I was more aware. I wanted […]

  • Emily commented on the post, alive 4 years, 8 months ago

    She wrote a note on my hand for me, and I felt alive for the first time in years. That human contact was nothing, but human contact with her was everything. And now she’s gone, and I must find someone new. How am […]