I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Friday 30 November 2012
Wednesday 28 November 2012
am·biv·a·lence
And some will say it's not even healthy
But body is young and mind is sure
That something is alright with your thinking
Suitcase heart
It's the second September I have known you
And all that time, I felt just fineI held so many people in my suitcase heart
I didn't know the way
so it took me 'till today to get here
But I've begun to trust the view here.
Tuesday 27 November 2012
Monday 26 November 2012
Tuesday 20 November 2012
Monday 19 November 2012
Sunday 18 November 2012
Friday 16 November 2012
(DON'T) give me sympathy
Sympathy only salts the wound,
The wound I can no longer cry for.
All that resonates is melancholia.
Thursday 15 November 2012
Wednesday 14 November 2012
pendulum
One moment you find yourself vibrating with nervousness of potential rejection
The next, practically leaping out of your skin with joy at your success
Then indecisive, in making what you hope to be the best choice for something you love
To feeling sick to your stomach with sorrow as you watch the light go out in their eyes
Immediately filled with regret as you say goodbye to something you'd hoped to forever avoid
The life of a companion, who never said much of anything at all, never needed to
And in that moment, nothing can stop the uncontrollable sobs from escaping your lips
Tuesday 13 November 2012
Monday 12 November 2012
Thursday 8 November 2012
Wednesday 7 November 2012
block
It's an uncomfortable position that I find myself in
this block, that I'm once again experiencing
where my potential seems well out of my reach.
I know it won't last, it never does
but the restless nights
last far beyond the block.
They say my expectations are endless
I say I'm full of aspirations
I was born a visionary.
Tuesday 6 November 2012
Sunday 4 November 2012
Saturday 3 November 2012
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