Lights out 

“I think I’ve been way too hard on myself. I was trying to find a float, and reminiscing making life rafts with you that It slipped my mind that I’ve known how to swim since I was 3 years old.  I was looking for conversations, that I forgot to initiate some. I was looking for a room filled with  lights that I forgot to turn the lights on in my own room. Got to just jump into that lake and turn those lights on. ” 

Picture art by Jason Scottish


Giant love

​”When you do open your arms I hope they stretch wide enough to hold me from a millenia and oceans away. When emptiness starts to pull me towards its depth, I hope your presence enters with loud thumping sounds of your monstrous feet. And when I do get cold on the inside, I’m certain that your words will work as fine as your lips and steal my heart with all your warmth. 

For darling, I’m counting on this giant love”
Giant love

Art work/ PC by Quinn Corrado

Certainity of not having you

I wonder how I remember all those memories, each detail of those carefully stitched scripts in my brain. Then I realize there were too few to forget, it would take a lot of effort to forget someone who has given too few memories in number to remember.
   Like any teenage girls dream to make it last with their first love, you were the dots to the lines I was trying to join with other people. but of course , the lines they didn’t join to be you . Well lucky you , I said quietly that night , when I found out you love everything about me , and you were happy to find it , in another person who doesn’t happen to be me .
    But when I woke up , I was happy to realize no one can be me . Not the same amount of cute , whiny , twisted , and smart. But most of I realized she can’t be me and I can’t be like her   because she has you and I Dont. Having you at different times doesn’t make us similar.
   I am going to wake up tommorrow , not wishing to be as lucky as her , but to be in a different time where there was hope , there we doubt of having you, and not this certainty of not having you at all.

I did not die

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.”

I read this somewhere .And thought I’ll share it on the blog. Helps me feel better when there’s so much of chaos in the mind , with the loss of someone so special .

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that’s when a girl moves on ,
Walking down the street ,

she’s the one with the invisible smile and mute laughter

checking out the crowd flipping , tumbling and tossing

she got the remote to your mind

playing in her hands all the time

she’s neva going to let you settle in her heart

or say ” YOU’LL BE MINE ”

she walks the street

and your feeling the beat

but shell neva let u sweep her off her feat

that’s the way she rules your world

she makes your day

and lives in your dreams

she’s been down a million times

but she’s got back to life a zillion times

she’s a mile ahead , with all the strife !!

she’s raring to go , no fear in her eyes

reborn like a phoenix come alive !!!!

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