Memory. It's such a painful thing. To remember. Words said, whether in hurt and anger, truth or happiness. Often, what is said is true at that very moment and who knows in shifting of another moment it becomes completely null. And yet, how often do I cling to the things said. I think back, I … Continue reading Someday
Category: Love
Repose
Sorrow is everywhere. A bruise that never yellows and will never fade away. Sorry is in the air that we breathe, the things that we see, the pain that we feel. But with sorrow comes happiness. And sometimes, it's inevitable for sorrow to beget happiness as happiness begets sorrow. I have this feeling that our … Continue reading Repose
Ultra truth on the perversity of the human heart.
I can barely fathom the human heart. The only source that makes it stronger is pain. That in turn is the only thing that makes it kind. Contentment makes the heart wither and joy? Joy seemingly makes the heart build walls around it. The heart is perverse as it is cruel. I hate the heart. As … Continue reading Ultra truth on the perversity of the human heart.
Quotes: Love
"If someone is your everything, the only guarantee you have is that they’ll one day be your nothing. For a little while, at least. Until the dust settles, until they stop caring so much about you which is its own death in a way. Sometimes hating someone is your way of keeping them alive. It … Continue reading Quotes: Love
Text: All or nothing
"Sure, I can sit here and proclaim to the world that if you want to dive headfirst off that proverbial deep end, then you’d better not drag someone in with you, because that person may not be able to navigate the deep end. But, that’s just silly idealism. I can’t demand that others alter the … Continue reading Text: All or nothing