the written word, the opened mind, similarities, differences, and all that’s in between.
Your likeness wasn’t something I was used to;
I’d never felt the swell, never tasted the sweetness.
It all seems like a dream,
the nights I would relish with friends
in the love that hadn’t happened yet, that likely wasn’t coming-
from the sex and barebones that weren’t protruding enough for satiety.
And yet here we stand, limbs sore from frozen stances and
beating ourselves forward,
fingernails split from nerves and holding on too tightly.
The clock on the bedside table constantly ticking,
and yet we wouldn’t give it up for a second less of time.
While still the fog hazes in and it’s something so sweet,
like the mark on your forearm and the glisten in your eye
when you see something that you truly like.
The opacity is overwhelming, filling and ending,
and here we are, and here we’ll be standing.
Never on tumblr anymore but scrolling through past posts is possibly the most bittersweet thing in existence.
White and Red.
Lighting new cigarettes,
It has been a beautiful
Wanted to share this helpful tool with anyone who needs it. A lot of people have a hard time putting their feelings into words and identifying what emotions they are feeling. This is called a feeling wheel. It can help you get to the core emotion you are experiencing and help you name each feeling when you’re overwhelmed with many emotions