rebound

Love is like a rubber band.
Sometimes it will twist uncontrollably, until it snaps apart,
sometimes it will rewind and straighten out.
We are lucky if it straightens out.
It all depends on how knotted we found it,
or how hard we twisted it ourselves unintentionally.

insolent

The ego
is a hell of a drug,
cut the habit.

late

I do not know how one un-loves.
 My heart is a grave of hearts,
and I have yet seen the earth spit back out its dead.

aptitude

The beauty of life,
is that everything
is an interpretation.

Your thoughts.
Your perception.
Your reality.

divergent

He thought she was magnificent,
and there’s no doubt in saying she fascinated him,

but it was in a way where he would rather stare at her,
than any brightly lit night sky.

It was in a way where he would rather read her,
than any self provoking book.

She was someone who he would spend his life figuring out,
if it meant he got to be in her presence at all.

And he thought that would be the best part...
being there for her, even if he was struggling.

parasite

there is a radio frequency from Russia
that has been broadcasting a buzzer-like sound since 1982. 

no one knows where it comes from or what it means,
and periodically a voice reads orders, names, and numbers.
 
a ghost radio.
a ghost story.
 
when i speak, it comes out like a dial-tone. a drone.
when people talk about me, it all sounds like conspiracy theories.
"so beautiful", “so talented”, “lots of personality”.

i laugh at them.