dear world,
what is wrong with you?
im listening. 

x

It's finally over. 

Steph left multiple messages on her answering machine. Sally just lay there,  wide awake at 11pm, for once unable to feel anything.  For such a hyperactive  wild child the present state of nothingness could have easily been mistaken for peace.  As she pondered over her situation attempting to disect the void, she couldn't help but think a large part of her had died. 

It's finally over.  

He's not coming back. 

Painting by Cecily Brown  

T is for....

 Today

Tomorrow

Tides

Take-away

Travels

Tricky

Tracks

...

Tom

:T

An epoch eclisped

 Servered & into freedom learning to breathe a new air,  in her 40s,  she stood at the end of her street.  Bells,  birds,  tyres on bitumen. Listening.  Just listening. 

With doors closed behind , the unlocking of alternate dimensions turns once more.  

Epilogue : home is a myth

Pondering prose

She chose love,
He chose fear.

Love drives out fear.
Fear misunderstands.

Love forgives.
Fear blinds.

There is no room for fear in love,
Nor love in fear.

It wasn't meant to be.

etc.

*source*

frozen

last hug

squelch

sadness 

only adults know how it's loving to say no.

"you are very dear to me", he said

there were no vocalisations to the incredible ache in her heart 

*shrugs*

takes next phone call.

"YES MA! I'LL BE HOME FOR DINNER....NO DON'T DO THAT.. I TOLD YOU BEFORE I LEFT I WAS GOING TO BE OUT"

life continues. 

a non sensical

beautiful and sweet
the heat swells through
intense and fierce
cannot last

delicate and soft
too much strength
crushed you'll be

surmounts to a
sticky mess
slips through your fingers
intangible indecisiveness
slither of hope

lost
not to be found

forever missing you

a popsicle

war

Wanderings
Attacks
Retreats

Widows
Ammunition
Reconciliation

Warriors
At
Rest

World-leaders
Agendas
Reflect

Lest we forget.

to someday

for you are the only one i'm thinking of
you are the one that has my heart
while you're waiting patiently don't grieve for me
i'll be back some day


weird. found this misplaced prose on the ground.

Fragments 002

Fragments 001

He woke up that Thursday morning. 

Eyes glanced the time. Missed his gym session again. 

I will never be good enough.

The thought plagued his mind and troubled his soul. All he wanted was the best for her. 

He pulls back his hair and breathes a heavy sign. Another day without you.

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the creature held out its hand,

my dearest child
you will be in the most unexpected of places
with the most unexperienced of persons
in the most unfortunate of circumstances

she paused.
she could have corrected the creature's grammar but that wouldn't have change anything.
should she take his invitation, things will never be the same.

ending the silence, she looked up from her rainbow socks and smiled.

her delicate fingers seemed to disappear in the creatures claw,
there is no looking back,

embracing eternity begins.

Present

Though we don't see each other any more,
I like how I can still make you laugh.

Present

Though we don't see each other any more,
I like how I can still make you laugh.

the non-existent paralax perplex of a fragmented fantasy.

*source*

waking up to the smell of bacon and San francisco's sun streaming through the window panes
he's an early riser
ruffles under the bed sheets
mmmmm....another day another exhibit,
pulls over white dress shirt, curating yet another hipster movement at noon
dash to the kitchen loft and bear hugs her partner
love your curls
love your logic
love your problem fixing attitude
love your programming


STOP STOP STOP STOP

someone hit me with a concrete slab, for that brain damage will be better that the above hallucinations

zzzzzz

x.x

Epilogue or prologue

My body has forgotten you,
but my mind hasn't.
And when my mind forgets you,
I know my heart wouldn't.

In an alternate reality,
perhaps I could be yours truly.

Hmm can't decide if this would be a start of a short or an end, or perhaps both =]

*image source*

run run run
fast far and wide
run run run
so he can't see your heart bleed & die.

that reflection pool

she wails.

"I don't want to be that crazy ex-girlfriend!"
the frustration rockets through her veins as fast as the tears roll down her face.

Calm and collected (as always) he grabbed her arms, and exhaled foreheads colliding

"Then don't.... Be my crazy wife instead"


._.!


say....waaaahhhhh!

lewl fail prose *shrugs* 

hmmph

sept oct nov dec

where will the time go?
haphazard & slow

rushed for time
for moments
for joys
for escape

deadlines looming
in quicksand she treads

there is no end.