I used to look at you,
with so much passion and so much love,
I used to tell myself,
how would life be without you?
I used to look at the stars,
so shiny and burning bright in the late night sky and smiled while you are in my thoughts,
I remembered how you used to pamper me till late at night,
and told me how much you loved me,
and i remember how i used to tell you that,
Our love is infinite and that I loved you to the stars and back.
'Seeing' pink flowers in my mind. Soft, sweet, pastel pink flowers. Never really seen them before.
What are they called?
Never actually seen poppies before.
Guess I'll like them when I really see them.
Beginning to enjoy writing now. Hope I can keep up this new activity.
11:49 pm. Can't sleep. Perhaps its because i had quite a long nap in the late afternoon. Good thing it feels good to stay up now. Feel like doing some reading or writing.
420 fables....very inspiring ! Forgot about this website for sometime. Good i found it again. Feeling very compelled to write.
Freewriting... Here i come!
I’m trying to dissipate into mystical abysses, but how can when my mind can hardly stay awake? Every breath I take is a breath closer to my last one. Fate lies in every move I make. Dreams are just escapes because my mind cannot bear the truth. The truth that this is my life, a confusing and dark place where I can't seem to even call my own mind a home. A place where the walls close in, and I can't think straight because every emotion that pours out of my soul is vulnerable to be judged. What can I do here, but simply be alive? I cannot feel alive, simply I am just breathing and living. Save me from my mind, since even here I can't find a way out. Darkness from all corners of every word I write and every thought I think. Happiness now is just a memory that seems to have faded away into the darkest depths of my soul. Yet still there is a part of me that longs to be the person I truly am, beneath this mystical abyss that suffocates me alive.
As I walked across the stage, I didn't feel my life change. Everyone has always told me that today would be some magical day. But really, I was just counting down the minutes until I could go home and curl up next to the man I love. I wasn't interested in being surrounded by hundreds of sweat-covered adolescents who never seemed to care much for me either. For half of high school, I don't feel like I was ever really there. Freshman year, I was chasing an older boy who lived five hours away because I sure he loved me. Sophomore year, I was just trying to find someone to give me love and ended up chasing right back after the same older guy from the year before. Then junior year came, and I swore I was done begging to be loved by a guy who didn't seem to love me at all. In turn, I fell in love with a guy who tried to give me his all but came up just a little too short. He wasn't quite capable of loving me fully because he too had once loved a little too hard. I spent half of that year heartbroken and searching. By the time summer came, I found the love of my life. I spent my summer then my senior year consumed with this amazing guy. I would count down the days and then the hours until I was out of that place to just spend a nice, quiet night with him. I spent my high school experience chasing after guys and giving my heart away far too easily. But once I met the one who made it all count, it seemed as if these big moments were insignificant. My life didn't change by simply walking across a stage. My life changed the moment when the people in it really started to matter.