Hmm…

How do you all feel about church? Do you attend weekly, monthly, annually, or only on special holidays? Does going to church make you feel closer to God? Do you feel absolved of your sins when you go to church? I’m Seventh-Day Adventist and on Saturdays, we celebrate (?), maybe partake (I’ve never quite known … Continue reading Hmm…

8:36

There was once a time in my life When I thought you were the one. But I slowly began to realize That I was coming undone. Crumbling bit by narrowing bit.. Tumbling down your rabbit hole. You made me weak. You offered me a reality so shiny That in turn became bleak.. So bleak, it … Continue reading 8:36

Butterfly

The unpredictability of love is what scares me. You’re like a butterfly; fluttering and showcasing your beauty effortlessly while we all gaze in amazement, watching with awed expressions as you manage to escape us all, yet leave us all wondering how we can capture your essence. I mustn’t look for things my brain isn’t capable … Continue reading Butterfly

7:08

I kind of hope you disappoint me. A part of me awaits the moment You fall through, Show your real face &blow away with fall leaves As I’m left to reassess what This all means. I believed in the possibility Of my expectations.. All my pretty, glittered dreams. But as time goes along, There seems … Continue reading 7:08

Letting Go

There is no greater agony than being unable to escape something you so desperately want to separate yourself from. Perhaps there is, I know there is, but the feeling washing me over me refuses to acknowledge anything else. I want to leave, but you won’t let me out of your sight. At each and every … Continue reading Letting Go

Journal

Whenever I love something or someone too much, I always fear that it’ll get taken away from me. Just now, I was looking at pictures of my cat and naturally, being the creep that I am, I started thinking of what my life would be like without her. I know that at some point, we … Continue reading Journal

Letters II

I still send letters to the dead. I can either blame it on my inability to let go and move forward, or I can say that it’s a form of therapeutic expression and it allows me to cope with my grief. Either way, I write letters to the dead. I inform my loved one of … Continue reading Letters II