Half Empty. Half Full. From the moment we are born, tears are seen as filling empty cups. They drip and drip, Bring forth nothing, while also leaving behind nothing. They empty our hearts, and they empty our eyes. All they leave behind is emptiness.Continue reading
Category: Empty
You, and Her.
The sun burned holes in everything she saw. Or, rather, everything that saw her. And yet, still, you were enamoured by her. In this way, she seemed unattainable. She melted snow, and stress, and faces She paved way for bloom. Thawing the iceContinue reading
Sonder
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own Both the Water and City excerpts are written in relation to the Sky. I recommend reading that one before each of the other two. What:Continue reading
I Know Not How To Write
Idea(s), Sometimes my mind can conjure up nothing but hatred towards you, its own lack of creativity. Smothering seeds and stomping on flowers that it created itself. Smothering you. It leaves me sitting blank-faced, frozen fingered for Seconds, Minutes, Hours- until, eventually, I takeContinue reading