Reaching into your pocket to find a twenty-dollar bill is similar to how I'm feeling right now.

but I know that this might pass as soon as it comes.

Don't leave me.

31D

The blue reflection radiating from the refrigerator casts its solemnity that an illuminated computer screen serves to be my only solace in times of self-loathing.

Safety Walls

the one's closest to you are also the ones capable of doing you the most harm.
it seems that if you open yourself to people, it leads primarily to pain because they have a better understanding of how to extort your feelings.
They understand your weaknesses and pinpoint certain things that will break you. That will take down the walls of safety which you have strived so strongly to maintain.
Safety walls don't really provide what the name implies; safety walls are more of a deceptive trick.
They deceive someone into thinking they are less human than they actually are.
Never buy into the notion that you are less human then you actually are.

demons

the ghosts of my past seem to visit most frequently in the late hours of the night

stirring

The ocean comes with its gentle greeting.

Different thoughts come to mind as one views the setting horizon.

The ocean waves, once again, come with their gentle greeting.

Never lying.

Not capable of doing such.

The viewer comes to grips with the propensity of time.

Much like the ocean openly embraced the space it occupies.

A space which it consumes.

Things only change as much as time allows.

but in that regard, time is always passing. Dribbling on.

Each moment escaping like a breathe from a dying soldier.

"Give this note to my son," is his final will.

And his comrade, unaware of his impending fate, promises to do so.

No quicker does he stand to reassume his position does he catch lead.

Grasping onto a note which would never find its owner.

Misplaced words that never found their home have a way of being more painful than words that were never spoken.

seething

A seething anger. Growing increasingly large as each tick of the larger hand makes its round.
Each thought reflected over the past mistake amplifies the pain that you deal with.
Maybe if one thing had changed differently an alternative outcome could have arisen.
An alternative outcome; isn't that what we all dream of?
The thought that some chance incident would lead you to living a more satisfying life.
A life which holds content.
Something which few people possess.

And the seething anger grows.
Multiplies.
Becomes a disease.
and ultimately cripples.

What I See

Unexplainable beauty. Encapsulated in such a figure. A figure that cries
"Fuck Me; but do it softly."

It's something that can't be explained unless it is witnessed first hand.

Maybe it's the blonde hair, or the way you know me. Understand me. Read me. Breathe through my entire essence.

Every line on my face reveals some detail to our relationship.