Without care

Of course you're ok baby. Of course you didn't just pick me up and place me under that bus..,

You made a conscience decision to fucking drag me by the hair, kicking and screaming, even though I begged you mercilessly through sweat and tears to stop.

Then without care, you threw me under that damn bus regardless of the outcome and consequences and didn't look back as you walked away.

And now, here I lay. This is what's left. 

The deserted aftermath of your drunken spontaneous decisions. My broken unrepairable remains of my heart splattered all over the pavement.

summer...finally.

fresh yellow sunlight

melting over the warm summer sky

like butter

chalk drawn doodles

etched across the

neighborhood pavement

the smell of chlorine and

cut grass fills our nostrils

as splashes and kerplunks

hit the pool water

the rays of the sun

are lightly toasting our skin

a golden shade

and the urge to run

through the meadows

barefoot rises with

the temperature each day

when we look back

at all we’ve accomplished

and realize how far we’ve come,

we can’t help but smile

because it's finally summer. 

hang in there...

"I am going to hang in there." you whispered. "Im not going to give up on us. You have my heart and you say I have yours, so they need to be together, or one of them is going to stop beating."

corners

There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that is your own self. So you have to begin there, not outside, not on other people. That comes afterwards, when you have worked on your own corner.

Invisible lines

A million 
invisible lines 
are crossed
every day,

but they 
blend in so
well we don’t
even know

we are
stepping
from one 
life into
another,

and there is
no way to 
ever
go back.

If you only knew

if you only knew how important you are to the lives of people you meet. how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. there is something of yourself that you leave with every person you come in contact with. 

aftermath

After each storm,
there's a smell

that resides
on the streets
the sweet sweet
fragrance of
rainy footprints
and cloudy shadows

even though the rain
killed the flowers
it’s helping even more
flowers grow
tall and strong

so just remember that
even though the rain
has thrashed and cried
on our roofs,
there will always be
a lovely scent
in its aftermath

predictable

there are people who would rather
be hurting than happy, because joy
breeds uncertainty and sadness is
predictable, and everyone is too
scared of the unknown.

they

they told her to be skinny
and they said her hair should shine,
they told her what was pretty
and they brought her up on lies.

they made it seem so easy
and they all told her to smile,
they said they weren't diseases
and they said she wouldn't die.

Small gestures.

Its the small things.

Pay for someone's coffee, hold the door for a stranger, over tip your waitress, smile and be nice even when you don’t feel like it, give someone a compliment, chase the neighbor kid’s runaway ball down and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are—especially when it’s difficult.

People do notice, people appreciate. I know I appreciate it when it's done for me.

Small gestures can be an effort some days, or actually go against our grain. But the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself.

For a moment life suddenly feels lighter. Try it and see.

labyrinth of misery

 

You spend your whole life stuck in a fucking labyrinth,

thinking how you’ll escape one day.

How incredibly awesome it will be

to have a normal happy life.

Imagining that future over and over is what keeps you going, but you never fucking do it.

You keep going back.

You like the torture.

You just use the future to escape the present.

To escape how incredibly, yet comfortably miserable you are in life.

You are pathetic. 

But it fits you well love.

It's perfect for you.

In fact, its where you need to be.

Because misery loves company. 

And that's all either of you two have to give to anyone.
A labyrinth of fucking misery.

no reset button..

There is no reset button in life.

You can't take anything back and you can't undo anything.

All of your actions have consequences and the things you say and do today, will have a lasting impact on the rest of your life.

You have to understand that, and you have to be aware of it while making decisions...

I like...

I like to see people reunited,

I like to see people run to each other,

I like the kissing and the crying,

I like the impatience,

the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough,
the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change,

I like the hugging,

the bringing together,

the end of missing someone.

Moths to a flame

Some people in this world just lead fucked up lives and try and get us to join their side just because we're better off without them. And like moths to a flame, we fall in, and our own demise awaits us.