July 29, 2013
Everything has a beginning and an end. Life is just a cycle of starts and stops. There are ends we don’t desire, but they’re inevitable, we have to face them. I know that each and every one of you have felt, at one point, like you couldn’t go on. But then you found hope. There’s always some way to find hope. Remember that. It’s just a little bit horrifying just how quickly everything can fall to crap. Sometimes, it takes a huge loss to remind you of what you care about the most. Sometimes, you find yourself becoming stronger as a result, wiser, better equipped to deal with the next big disaster that comes along. Sometimes, but not always.
July 28, 2013
“A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. And I wish I could get lost in the stars. Listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go.” - E.E. Cummings
July 8, 2013
December 26, 2012
I close my eyes and see all the puzzle pieces floating around in my mind. I hear them and watch them click in place and that’s when they finally become clearer to me. I see how nobody can save any one person, but also, how everybody needs someone. I see how shutting yourself up in a tiny compartment can suffocate you. I see how bottling everything up and stuffing it down can weigh you down. I see how sometimes you need complete darkness to see things you couldn’t or didn’t want to see before. I realize that sometimes what’s real isn’t pretty, but what’s pretty isn’t always real.
Many people say they’re empty. But i’m too full. Full of memories, fears, hope, love and anger. I have too much inside myself. I have a heart that’s getting too heavy to carry around.
I feel so much I can’t have peace.
November 26, 2012
“When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.”
October 21, 2012
It’s necessary to transform pain into art. To give form to suffering.
Even if it’s just a common “wringing one’s hands in despair”. This
is also a convention of pain. Without convention there is no art.
At the same time it’s humiliating not to be able to speak
directly, to scream, to weep. It’s not enough.
August 11, 2012
If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.