I’ve had dreams involving you. Some sweet, some anxious. At night I catch myself talking to myself like you’re sitting right beside me. When reality hits, it hurts worse than yours

You were my best friend. I loved you, and I loved us. How did we get to where we are now? Did you always hate me? Did you think I was pathetic? Did I deserve all I was put through? Was it funny twisting me backwards un...

“I hope that I stain through your memory.”

Tears stream down her face, coated in sweat as she pants and holds the gun, fighting to keep it steady as she aims it at his chest. In his eyes, an expression that seems a cross between disdain, torture, and longing. He breathes rapidly, deeply as he stares her down, refusing to look anywhere else but directly into her eyes. Refusing to even blink.

She ...

Who are you today

What is your motive for the way in which you live your life

And are you aware of just how important it is

You reach out without sight, a veil of diversions and a frenzy of hyenas all nipping at your ankles for whatever scraps of attention they may be able to receive from you. Your limbs convulse, thrashing out of habit towards whatever has won the bid for your time. The...

Hardwood floors, coated with the fading scent of Murphy’s oil. The bedroom fan sits silently above head. You can smell the dust that coats the books that stand upon the bookshelves, and outside the windows almost every single one of the leaves are settled on the ground, the trees nearly barren at this point. The windowsill littered with the dried husks of dead flies, having fought in vain to escap...

In my dreams, I often meet the soul of that who I’m meant to be with. My soulmate, if you will

I’m not sure if he’s here, or ever will be here. But he’s there when I close my eyes and when I need it the most

It’s always the same place; in a sort of library, with multiple levels, hallways that go on forever, and stairs that seem to lead to nowhere. Candles adorn the corners, and there doesn’t see...

It wasn’t always like this

At least, it wasn’t when she tried remembering things and how they were

She tried to remember how it was in her mind. Her palace with its beautiful sky blue walls and hardwood flooring. The sunlight coming in through the windows as golden beams, spilling across the dark floors and her bed with sheets brighter than the very clouds in the sky. And while it was built on w...

The end. The moment you realize your efforts are unseen, unappreciated, and quite frankly, unwanted

When you realize it isn’t love. That they don’t love you, or maybe even that you no longer love them

Silence is the sustained moment choking the air out of the hospital room, as realization sets in for the to-be mother that her child is not breathing before her cries flood the room. Her lungs expa...