4/12/2014

thoughts past midnight

quiet means busy, content, focused.
loud means bored, lost.
but too much of either means 'help'.

4/01/2014

this constant struggle of being too broke to invest in things that will be historic in the future irritates me so much.

3/22/2014

fond

oh how i've missed

such simple pleasures

being kissed

held against another

to kiss

an other

who is held to me

3/18/2014

in this climate?!

I turned down a job offer in order to focus on employing myself.

3/13/2014

2/27/2014

from pen to paper

Dear Paper,

I write this to you in the hopes that I will be inspired. I have dedicated the upcoming month to rectify our relationship, which has become sporadic. Lost. I apologise for the times when I haven't given myself over to you, due to the fact that at times I cannot even harvest enough confidence in myself to share out to your waiting and blank stare.

This year, I ignored the anniversary of death. I could tell it was why I was vacant this past month. February is never going to be good to me from now on, even when I avoid it. Darkness looms over me, as it did this year and will continue to. But it is also the reason why I need to tend to you and continue to write. I hope March can be our saving grace, for all it's worth.

Yours,

Pen