I drank a whole glass of nostalgia,
Took a flight around time,
And found myself sitting where I started,
In a state of unnerving silence,
Thinking about how the thunder
Stored in my swollen heart roars,
whenever I’m somewhere,
Lost in my memories.

A boy with messy hair,
That’s how I know you.
A girl with shabby dress,
That’s how you know me.

Since we were kids
We started as friends
I was one of the boys
And you are one of them

We run in the afternoon,
Wave goodbyes at night
But things don’t end like that,
We meet again at the same time.

We grew up as friends
Sharing secrets no one knows well;
Like open books for one another
Locked for the eyes of others.

Time flies as we grew older
And our friendship grew weaker.
You started to love someone, so do I
The only difference is you love her, not I.

nimble hands knit quickly through satin and sun–bleached linens
poking and pulling on hundreds of fine strings
find comfort and closure in tight fitting mittens
who’s corners and ridges so carefully sewn

children braiding red grass in the garden
an old woman resting her body at dawn
i owe these my life– these small, simple moments
that bring warmth to my skin when nothing else does.

Why am I still awake
I sit here waiting
I know what will help
Ah yes that's better

The haunting voices
The painful memories
I drown them out
With every drink I down

And yet every time
I seem to forget
The alcohol never kills them
Only makes me reminisce

Because rather than forget
It does quite the opposite
I dream of the past
And escape from the present

i. I was told that there are 7 words to make a woman love you but what about the seven words: “A soulmate that wasn’t meant to be”?

ii. Falling in love and maintaining a relationship are two different things. Love can be unconditional, the relationship is not.

iii. Attraction happens by seeing, Love happens by observing. There’s a fine, fine line between feelings and understanding.

iv. When you fall in love, it’s what everyone tells you it is. The world brightens up. You feel all warm and fuzzy. Time freezes, and… it hurts. A lot. It’s confusing. It’s messy. But it’s also one of the best things that can ever happen to you.

Stooped down for a stupor moment
I found myself in an eerie silence
Many may call this as discernment
But this is when my cofused heart hearkens

I'd never thought I'll face a lot
I'd never thought I'll hear countless voices
I'll never thought I'll be laughed at
Never thought I'll be swallowed by darkness

Again, agonized by silence
Dumbfounded by the staggering amount
Of dumbness and speaking conscience
Dumb to realize no answers were found.