Your words lie out in front of me, drawn across pages in between lines of ink. The sentiment expressed is one of hope and Love, yet the actions expressed thereafter are of apathy and indecision. The strings holding this heart together are sown by every one of your strokes of pen. But they are consequently severed by days of noncommunication and my own doubt. Every string cut, has brought pain and unmeasurable sorrow, yet the foolish hope I possess, manages to keep me from dying. Continue reading →

The world has quite the way of telling its own story despite whether or not you want to hear it.

Have you noticed? It’s raining today… A man sits patiently beside the window staring out into the pouring rain. His gaze focused intently, as if he’s inspecting every drop for an answer. His eyes long for closure, you can just see it. The mans face is creased by years of joy. The lines on his cheeks run like valleys Continue reading →

Repeating words in messages has become habit.

Minutes turn to hours, hours into days. The pain swells and fades like the tide and I can keep time with my emotions now.

Checking for your pulse in my pocket has become habit.

Nothing stops the butterflies when I feel it. Butterflies turning to bullets in an instant. Continue reading →

A night spent blissfully absent from the occasion

A few hours exploring our hearts

Words spoken with unknown persuasion

Each dancing to our sound and playing our parts

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It’s a peculiar thing when your heart is pounding for something it shouldn’t be. Or rather, someone… Dead set on a belief, in which life is so short as to not settle for anything less than perfect. It would seem though, that same life has other plans for you. When you’re so sure you’ve found something you can be content with. But therein lies the timeless dilemma. Is contentment anything short of disappointment in the grand scheme of things?

People spend their lives in a state of neutrality. Neutrality is not the way of living in which God intended for us to exemplify. As in faith, with Love, one cannot be lukewarm. We are destined to burn with vigor and passion. A life lived in simple satisfaction is a life wasted. So where do we draw the line? Continue reading →

Blackness fades into a perfect picture of you. You’re face, just as beautiful as ever, is only inches away from mine. Your freckles scatter my thoughts and I can’t believe you’re here. The room is a soft, bright, white. Your body is a silhouette against the background and all I can feel is warmth. Your skin on mine carries every breath you take into my chest and my heart races. Continue reading →