I used to know who I was I could perfectly describe to you every meticulous detail of how my future was going to unfold

Then fate inserted him into my life Suddenly there was no plan anymore I no longer had the ability to sum up who I was in mere words because I no longer knew who that girl is

He barreled through my life like a freight train with no end in sight

Yet somehow I knew when I met him I knew that he was going to take a sledge hammer to every part of my life until there was nothing left to gaze at but crumbs

I knew as I looked into his eyes, that I was watching my future go up in flames

Silence is underrated. I believe the beauty of silence is gravely misconceived The wonderment of having every thought swirl about without any interruptions I think people vastly overlook the comfort that silence holds A chance for every fiber of your brain to relax Your train of thought can chug comfortably along in solitude In silence I can feel whatever I want to feel Nothing to overwhelm my senses Just pure serenity Silence is underrated.

I used to be beautiful. Full of life, pretty smile, happy, that’s the way they used to describe me. I am now tainted, my hair holds painful memories instead of volume, my smile nothing but a ghost on my face. I am no longer beautiful and I am certainly no longer full of life. HE took that from. He took it all from me. I had my WHOLE life ahead of me, I was only 17. I put trust in him. He took advantage of a naive girl and for that hell will rain down upon him. Someone or something out there brought me back for some forsaken reason, and I’m going to use that to bring my life, or what it used to be, it’s well deserved justice.
I crawled my way back up that riverbank with so much will and determination that my fingertips are shredded to the bone. I am determined to let them know who did this to me. Who the man responsible for turning my innocent body into a mangled one at the bottom of a cliff. I will make sure that my memory scorches your brain. I will make sure that every fiber of my being haunts you for eternity while you sleep. May you never rest in peace, I certainly will never get the chance to.

When the man with the briefcase approached me and asked me if I would like to be swept away to a paradise of wonders, I of course thought he was absolutely nuts. Something in me was screaming for a change that day, some vastly different from my everyday mundane routine, so I said yes. Flash forward a week later and I can’t manage to leave.

 There’s something special about this place. I’m surrounded by waters so clear I can see straight through to the bottom. A whimsical assortment of sea creatures unlike any I have ever seen swim merrily through the water. The trees spread beautifully along the shoreline, leaving a scent I can only describe as comfort and familiarity in my nose. I often take the jet ski out to explore the never ending waters, letting every ounce of their water soak through to my pores. I am blissfully aware of the serenity my paradise holds as I lounge comfortably in peculiar shaped teal chairs.

 I would have never known such amity if it were not for the peculiar encounter with the strange man with the briefcase.

My fingertips caress the front of the book, engulfing them in a cloud of anticipation. As I leaf through every page, the words emit a faint whisper, bursting with the excitement of delving into a new world. Where will this one take me? I wonder to myself. There are no limits, to choose a new story is the feeling of freedom. As my eyes skim the ink, reading over line by line, I can feel the world around me start to fade out. Sounds become muted, the only voice I hear is my own narration, readers can journey as each scene morphs with every word. The adventures within each chapter come alive with the flipping of each page. There is nothing that can bother me when I am entranced in a book. To hold a book, is to hold all serenity in the palm of your hands.

I watched you pack your things Filling box by box Taping away all the memories Silence lingers in the air Only the sound of you shuffling hurriedly across the hard wood As I stand with watery eyes begging you not to go

There’s used to be a time when I thought we would see it through to the end But your heart is as shallow as my hope for that is now It is all I can do to stand here Playing pretend Acting as if there’s not a searing pain in my chest

I see no remorse in your eyes As I look past the blurry tears in my own I am drowning in sorrow While you are rushing to get away from me

I watch you take the last box out the door Turning around to face me I willed you to say something Anything Urging with my eyes for you to stay Your lips parted if only for a moment

Before the thought disappeared as quickly as it came Final whispers wondered away without care

“Your crown is made of the people’s bones and hunger.” I say with a trembling voice to the sadistic man sitting upon the golden throne. “You rule over this kingdom with an iron fist disguised in hopeful wishes and cowering fear. You are no God! Who are you to decide who gets to live and who gets to die at the expense of your sinful shrine.” The man’s eyes are deadpanned forward, no trace of empathy behind them. “These are the people you swore to protect, the people you chose to rule over. They did not ask for this. They did not ask for you to step on their necks so you could filthily make your way towards the top. All of this ends today. You will rule no longer…this kingdom will live in fear and poverty NO MORE.” I yell valiantly as I spin, letting fate guide my spear towards the throne.. and straight through his heart.

As I stare deeply engrossed in the elegant swirls of the yellow and blue hues that make up Vincent Van Goghs ‘Starry Night’, I can’t help but yearn to know what it would feel like to be inside this painting. The night sky a soothing lullaby, with stars twinkling like fireflies. There’s something peaceful and serene about the endless twists and turns of the magical sky painted over the quiet city. Perhaps I cling to this particular piece of art because I am stuck going through the motions of grasping at any minute sense of amity I can find. I want to shine as brightly as the moon does in this masterpiece, a roaring ode to tranquility in the sky.

His arms wrap around me Engulfing me in aromatic clouds His words so sweet His sting so intrusive

His eyes a pale blue The sky has no comparison His lips so bountiful Wrapping perfectly around my lips like chartreuse satin sheets

Every kiss sweeter than the last Anxiously waiting for the sugar period to pass He feels so sinful I’ve always been warned to stay away from anything too sweet I, however, am feeling nothing but indulgent

Life without you Feels like diving to the bottom of the ocean Without any gear All the oxygen ripped from my lungs Every vessel in my body feeling like it could implode at any moment

Life without you Feels like being stranded in the middle of the desert Without any water Desperately beside myself Longing for something too far out of my reach

Life without you Feels like being the new kid in school The territory around you is new and unfamiliar You long for the face you once knew Only to find 20 new ones staring judgment and pity straight through you

Life without you Feels unmanageable Painful Like breaking every bone in your body at once Unable to move Everything you long for no longer in your grasp

Life without you Doesn’t make sense It’s every possible bad thing that can happen to a person All rolled up and smashed into one huge ball

Life without you I can’t deal with at all