If you have ever suffered with depression or anxiety, if you are currently suffering with it, you know that sometimes, you can spend hours, days, and sometimes weeks feeling like you are utterly incomplete. Like all of you is never quite completely there. And these phases are so difficult to go through, to understand. AndContinue reading “A note on mental health”
These nights, these nights, these hazy nights Eyes wide open, mind unclear These days, these days, these days Things just dont feel right Eyes wide open, heart unsure I’ve been here before, I can’t say I dont know I’ve walked down these roads before, sat through the same show I know how it all ends,Continue reading “These Nights”
I saw a statue of alabaster unaware of the fragile heart that rested within I admired the smooth supple skin on its surface blind to its guilt and its sin I saw a statue of alabaster an object of idolation, and a desire burned within to be a statue of alabaster, always poised and serene.
Maybe if you looked at the world like you would at a glass snow globe You would understand, That we share the same sky And the same snow blankets us all And we aren’t all that different from each other
My love, There is a grand story being written here You won’t see the pattern in it’s ebb and flow You won’t be able to guess at its ending but you will walk the paths you have to walk and as all good tales go, one day you will find yourself standing on the lastContinue reading “A grand tale”
And I guess, I know what it is to be content. It is to be full of love and light To look into the eyes of a loved one And see it reflected back at you It is to laugh, loud and helplessly so To be alone with a book that mirrors your soul ToContinue reading “Content”
People pass like time Like running water Like drafts of wind on a summer night Like a wisp of smoke trailing heavenward And all that’s left in their wake is the fragrance of their presence A distant memory of their touch On your life People pass like time Like running water Like drafts of windContinue reading “Letting Go”
She was the girl who survived, the one who lived to tell the tale, and was assumed the stronger for it. Little did you know – you could breathe life into a paper girl but you could never make her real. She would always be made of paper, always susceptible to flames.