datgrtay
In the middle of the night, I awoke to the sound of crickets. Something else woke me though. It was my conscience. It was the lack of remorse I had when I told him I no longer loved him. I have had a drought of care since he stopped caring.
I looked off in the distance at the way he rode away on his black horse. It was at that moment that another young man came riding up to me on a white horse.
Yes, this one would be different...he would last.
She set up the dress, the shoes, and the items to fix her hair. The date was going to be great. The only thing was she couldn't get her mind off him. The one she lost. This date will be her decoy to get her mind off the real issue; dispair.
That strange sound came from the T.V. The sound that lulls me to to this new world I create in my head every time I see a new episode. I love that sound. It is my lullaby. I can't see how I could live without it.
I woke up one morning and found a way to stay up. It was a world that I not longer wanted to be living in. I fabricated a new one. I quit that shit job, walked out my room, and moved to another state.
Somehow I've managed to keep my wits about me. That eternal struggle with figuring out who I am. Who I need to become. I really don't understand how I managed to miss so many indicators that I would not be like my mother, or my sperm donor...or any one else. I was eternally me....eternally me.
That presence. That eerie feeling of being watched. He needed help and lots of it. Somehow, he managed to push that help away.
There was something weird about this trial. No one seemed to think logically. She stood there and waited for their verdict. This was all a dream, and it seemed like there was no end to this rabbit hole. Why did she have to take the blame. She didn't do anything.
For so many this word is considered "over used", but in my reality, it needs to be used more often. I am in a large love triangle with the words "epic" and "adventure". It's quite sad when you think about it. Oh well. I love my 2 men.
My heart is folded for every guy I've ever loved. Its this weird accordion that will always be this black hole. I'll always need more love...but I do love back. Funny how that works.
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