The picture screamed;
her hand trembled.
UntitledThis is the deepest of depths
where no one can see
even when they turn their heads and squint
to try and see what I really mean
when I try and smile off the things that
gently and elegantly scrape away at my being.
It's so dark that no one can tell the difference
between their shadow
and the hand reaching out in front of them
unimaginably belonging to them
desperately pleading to understand
what I'm actually feeling.
No one ever will.
I'm not brave enough.
ShiversYour tongue dancing over my skin,
waltzing with my tongue
and our hands interlocking
while my eyes disappear
to a place only you and I know of.
Your body is warm on mine,
safely pressing up against me
and moving ever so smoothly.
You get up, and dress yourself,
walk to the door,
SheShe would just smile the sweetest of smiles,
and giggle a little,
and when silence filled the room,
her eyes would still be laughing
until her bliss was felt by everyone in the room.
BrokenMy heart is trying to break free
from the cage it is confined to in my chest-
shaking the walls and making me physically ill.
I can feel every beat getting weaker and weaker
and try to come to terms with what is happening.
I'm tired, and I am more fragile than ever before
and I'm going to give up soon.
Where did you come from?Think about all of the interactions that you had throughout the day today, and reflect on how they made you feel. What kind of person are you? Do you know how you got to where you are? Imagine yourself in an empty room, all alone with a paint brush and an infinite amount of paint with you; now, paint your life. Show yourself your earliest memory, the ones that make you laugh, the ones that make you sob, the ones too painful to see clearly because you've buried them so deeply. Who are you? Can you paint yourself a map of how you got to where you are?
Can you see how important it is to never forget where you came from, and the paths you decided to take along the way? Look at all of these interactions, even the smallest; noticing a stranger from the corner of your eye and looking over to acknowledge their existence, saying thank you to your friend after they say "God bless you", the expression on your face when you receive yet another text message from a nagging family member. Why do you