I often wonder how on earth
can a 500-gram ***** called "heart"
could shatter my 100 pound body,
all cells comprises my existence?

For me it's always a question of how.

(C.D.)

I'm afraid that
one day
I'll wake up
still in my bed
knowing
that others have gone
living in another year
while I'm stuck
in the past
left behind
with my fears and regrets

                                                                ­    I'm sorry,
The moon is beginning to shine
                                                           ­         bright
It's provoking my
                                                              ­      thoughts
I'm starting to
                               t                                    slip
My hopes   f         a
                       l o                                         away
                                                      

I can feel me breaking
but my anger is holding me together.
You said you were on your way
that this time it would be forever.

You lied.

Life is scary. You know?

Not the kind of scary you get from horror movies or a haunted house.
Not the kind of scary like when you think you forgot your keys locked in the car.
Not the kind of scary like when you think one of your friends finally decided to leave this world for good.
Not the kind of scary that is sharp needle point followed by the release of realization.

No.
Life is not that kind of scary.

It's the kind of scary that follows you closely.
It's the kind of scary that shakes you awake at night just to let you stare back at its void.
It's the kind of scary that sits on your shoulder and taunts you for every waking second that it can take you when it pleases.
It's the kind of scary that pulls your blood from your arteries.
It's the kind of scary that revels in the sight of your tears.

It's the kind of scary that lingers, persists, torments, and never, ever leaves.