without warning, the monotone sky gushes down and entangles me with its dreariness. it's not an ugly sight but more so just heartbreaking. dull and lifeless. but the more i pay attention to my surroundings during this dreadfulness, the more i adapt and find beauty within. the grey, windy, rainy days resonate well with me. … Continue reading Black and White’s Love
it was autumn. the sun rose earlier than normal, enveloping the world with light once again. those iridescent rays touched the hidden parts of those leaves and brought them to life once again. the mornings were so cold. brisk and bleak. the light from the sun was still touching those leaves but oh, how lonely … Continue reading autumn
dear silence, i hear you screaming for me to notice and i do i notice you i used to fear you especially in solitude there were no interruptions to drown out the negative voices there were no distractions to numb the pain maybe i was afraid when you weren’t there, that my demons … Continue reading a letter to silence
there are days where my darkness decides to take a breath of fresh air. i never thought about how exhausting it could be to nag at someone's mind unceasingly, to suffocate their heart constantly. there are never good days, never great days - just 'better' days. these are the days where the surface enclosing in … Continue reading better days
his eyes held a great depth to them that i could not quite put my finger on. you could get lost in searching for the sorrow in them but you could see the light in them just as much. his eyes were evergreen - timeless, beautiful, and holy. his eyes gave me life. they told … Continue reading evergreen.
i held on to everything he said like his words were my oxygen yet he was the one who took my breath away how ironic that the one who made me the happiest is also the one who stripped me of all joy warmth from the sunlight turned into a cool breeze on my face … Continue reading the process
it shows in the way you sing love songs with your eyes closed at a red light, clenched fists beating on the steering wheel, gasping for air when the lyric is over it shows in the poetry that you read, how you underline the parts that touch your heart, how you feel that sense of … Continue reading Evidence
"She will not only climb mountains, she will move them too." - a line from my favorite poem, Her Time by Lang Leav. Ever since I read this, these words have been laced thoroughly into the back of mind. The poem as a whole is extremely compelling; however, this specific line in itself is undoubtedly … Continue reading Mountains.