My phone vibrates on the sheets beside me and I'm suddenly full energy. I see the sun come up as my battery dies down and the playful conversation comes to an awkward halt. Maybe we'll talk soon. Maybe we won't. But until then, tell your girl I'm sorry.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
hundred & fourteen
I'm not entirely sure what it is about a dark room and an open flame but as of late it has felt more inviting than your name on my phone and I am proud of that.
hundred & thriteen
Though I wonder what it would be like to wake up confident and courageous I do believe there is something beautiful in the humility of the shadows I've found myself in.
hundred & twelve
What if instead of looking at our precedents as precautions
we look at them as ammunition? What if instead of looking at our mistakes as
losses we look at them as progression? Maybe then we’d learn to redefine our
limits rather than redefining our goals.
hundred & eleven
I woke up in a cold sweat realizing that this is how it’ll
be now: living in daydreams and resting in nightmares. My only reality lays in
reminisces I dare not revisit.
hundred & ten
It's between the heaviness of my eyelids and the anxiety in my chest and the chills on my skin that I find all the love I harbored slowly surface.
hundred & nine
3am came up slowly behind me and wrapped it's ice cold fingers around my neck. It squeezed so seductively I barely felt 4am force feed me your words I swear I already threw out with 2am.
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