#sorting
muddle disarray
i'm busy giving falling snow
a pattern
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
We are reaching out
and claiming
parts.
Bit by bit
we are
grasping
it.
Dividing the
treasure.
But the,
problem?
Is that
the
"treasure."
Is
cursed.
And we
are perfectly aware of
the burden it holds.
Yet this
curse
is the reason we want
the treasure.
The reason we
need
the treasure.
It provides a wonderful
emotion.
Love.
Familiar love
that makes you warm
and proud.
Proud to carry the curse.
And it carries another
curse.
Sadness.
Longing.
And worst of all.
Happy memories.
That can never be made again.
So maybe it is a burden.
To claim and
share
the treasure.
But together our
family
can share the
curse
burden
as one.
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
As I look back through messages
I am shocked at how cold you were
Then you seemed warm and perfect
My optimistic mind so sure
Now truth is clearer than glass
The reason you sent compliments
Was because you felt guilty, hiding
A flood of flaws under false confidence
The instant attraction was undeniable
We have chemistry, my grave mistake
Believing I needed you to be whole
Now I see I am not a half, without you I won't break
The butterflies felt were real
As were fireworks when we would touch
Everything else I'm sorting through
I cannot figure out as much
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
Wanna sit on beach somewhere
Cold drink, without a care
Not a thought in my mind
About stress or self doubt
Just alone with some time
Enough to clear my head out
Gotta sort through the mess
Sort the trash from the treasure
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
a
a
A
a
A
agony
and
and
and
and
are
arms
arms.
at
at
baby
beaten
beating
beating
birth,
body
border
border.
breast
breast,
consciousness.
death?
deep
deep
despondency,
distance
early
East
eternity.
feel
for
From
from
from
go
going
happiness
has
has
Have
He
he
hear
heard
heart
heart
him
him
I
I
I
I
I
if
in
In
in
in
in
infinity
is
Is
is
It
it
it
It
laid
little
love,
man,
mine,
mine.
morning.
my
my
my
ocean
of
Of
of
of
of
of
of
of
of
on
pain
passed
passes
rocked
Rocked
rumbling
sky?
sleep
small
small
small
some
sorrow?
springing
Springing
stop.
stop.
stopped.
Such
that
the
the
the
the
the
the
the
the
the
the
Then
Then
then.
time.
to
too.
too.
train
up
very
very
wake
was
waters
waves,
we
well
What
When
white
will
will
will
with
wonder
you
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC