When clouds are gray,
you whisper to yourself
“It’s going to rain soon”
but gray as they are,
and gray as they stay,
not a drop of evidence say they were ever there.
1 month, 3 weeks
I’ve been through a point where
my mind swarms with the mystery of the Earth, with the plenty secrets it keeps, and with the open thought of what I could ever do to unfold them… 231 more words
1 month, 4 weeks
I’ve always, always, lingered on the thought of what may come.
Of what might have been.
Of what can be.
I’ve sometimes felt the emotions from the words of blank spaces. 43 more words
2 months, 2 weeks
It’s stronger when it feels dying.
It’s strength comes first externally, then forms at the center- at the heart.
It freezes. Almost completely.
But it never really does. 60 more words
3 months, 1 week
Once upon a time, you know you are living a new life. You are in a path you chose. And most importantly, you are happy. 125 more words
3 months, 2 weeks
What better teacher than pain?
What better artist than depression?
What better inspiration than regret?
What better inventor than nightmares?
What better… 37 more words
3 months, 4 weeks
She has to know, yes she must.
It has to come out in the open, yes it must.
I have to be able to tell it, yes I must. 21 more words