She screamed at the top of her lungs for them to listen. Her long bony finger pointing behind them. The doctors all thought the old woman had lost what mind she had left. Muttering and crying about monsters.
Was she unstable or could they just not see what really lurked in the shadows.
there is no certainty in my decision
there is no certainty in this ending
even though you said there is
i am still uncertain
i know with all certainty that i loved you
that i love you
that i once did and always will love you in at least one degree
that you gave me the greatest gift,
which was learning how to love me.
The pattern of blood on the wall almost looked like art. Human art. The detective tried to detach his emotions from what he was seeing. He had to be objective and observant. Almost an admirer of this distinct artwork to catch the artist before it happened again.
how can girls be so malicous
towards girls they hope to call sisters
how can girls not act like what they say they believe in
make promises they can’t pull through in
get a guys hopes up and then leave him
i slept for 5 hours and felt fine
i’ve slept for 12 hours and woken up dazed and confused
i’ve slept over your calls
and your calls
and your calls
and awoken to you at my door
it was the best sleep
where my dreams manifested into your appearance
The ones that make your stomach hurt. It reaches your eyes and mine. It’s dizzying how good it feels. You make ma forget everything whole. For a moment, we are whole. It comes in equal waves, these moments to match the bad. They are everywhere. Sometimes I lose sight of them, so you take my hand and guide me here. But I can’t find you these days.…[Read more]
Today, my heart had wings for two seconds, and I had the faint feeling of may-be-we-could-be, this hopeful yet absolutely hopeless hope. I thought for 2 seconds about him. But I know I am the dull craters while he is the moon. I am nothing in comparison. And my heart became still again.
i thought i’d be a good enough influence
i thought all that i could do well would rub off on you
i figured when we started becoming each other, you’d take the best parts of me
i thought our minds would get on the same track
walk at the same pace
hum to the same tune
but we’re not there yet
I look on,
There’s no gazing here.
No dreamy eyes or rueful wishing.
Everything is still.
Not glazed over or
romantic in any way.
They look at me funny as I stand there,
walking past me
my past before me
and behind me
tearing into me
keeping me still and