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It was strange. From the second they met, the jokester held his heart. He trusted the boy with it along with everything else– their schedule and the keys to their flat and their friends. It was natural. Easy. Simple.
» Posted By Chiaroscuro On 07.24.2012 @ 11:05 pm
Sometimes he felt auxiliary, like he was watching in the wings while the others shone like stars. The tallest one was always quick to reassure him that he was crucial to the group’s success, but the boy was never sure he quite believed.
» Posted By Chiaroscuro On 07.15.2012 @ 12:11 am
I’m so happy that you told me stories and gave me advice and shaped my mind out of experiences. You let me do all of my own failing, though, and that is important. Thank you.
» Posted By Chiaroscuro On 07.12.2012 @ 2:09 am
And if science is what connects us then I am baffled by it’s complexity in a world where simplicity is supposed to be the answer. We take classes and courses and seminars and I feel we’re no closer to discovering that science doesn’t want to be understood. We’re no closer to realising that it all doesn’t matter.
» Posted By Chiaroscuro On 07.05.2012 @ 11:52 pm
i suppose my love wasn’t enough for you. i suppose it will never be enough for you. we didn’t destroy each other, the distance did. it ate us alive and spat out regurgitated emotions and memories.
» Posted By chiaroscuro On 10.03.2011 @ 11:09 pm
A blur. The images overlapped and underlapped each other, spiraling through my memory. It was over, but it was beautiful while it lasted.
» Posted By Chiaroscuro On 06.01.2011 @ 1:07 am
The drawer of my mother’s bedside table has a cream in it for heels and elbows. She applies it every night before bed. Her hands are always softer than mine. I tried it. The thick, white lotion spread across my fingers and dove into my skin.
» Posted By Chiaroscuro On 05.07.2011 @ 7:02 am
I line my eyes with black magic. Alluring. Beautiful. Powerful. Predatory. I exude confidence that I keep in my purse in a purple bag. It goes on last, after mascara and foundation and eyeshadow. It goes on to cover up the cracks in my armour.
» Posted By Chiaroscuro On 05.06.2011 @ 5:58 pm
And I wish I was strong enough to say what I feel. To tell you everything. To not fear being vulnerable. To face my fears. To lay out my heart. To stand up. To stand down. To accept judgment. To tell the truth always. To love without boundaries.
» Posted By Chiaroscuro On 04.05.2011 @ 8:41 pm
Your life is in the screen– handheld, monitor. Step outside and feel the wind. Get untied from your cords again. It’s worth it.
» Posted By Chiaroscuro On 03.28.2011 @ 4:30 pm
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And the shadows on the walls form shapes that my imagination takes to new levels. The shapes form figures, and the figures form monsters that paint nightmares on my eyelids late at night.
» Posted By Chiaroscuro On 03.20.2011 @ 12:13 am