"Live for the moments you can't put into words." - K.R. *Picture taken by me in Sunset Beach, NC.
Sometimes pieces of you become weaved and entwined back into my life... Briefly creating a fabric of warmth and familiarity... That invariably returns to feeling as cold as ice.
As I wake up this morning to year twenty-eight, I think about all that has happened... And all that still awaits.
I hate myself for what I put you through... But I hate myself more... For what I still want to do.
There's times when words hit you harder than gravity. Every syllable strikes you so effortlessly between your eyes and every single vowel punches you straight in the face. But those consonants... They can just tear straight through your damn flesh...
There's people I'll always remember, and there's people I want to forget... But in my mind you're borderline... Just a blurry silhouette.
There were summer nights where it was only you and me... Listening to the crickets... And each other breathe.
So... I haven't just written and vented for awhile. Lately it's been hitting me more and more that I need to make a decision with my life. The decision being "kids". I keep questioning my purpose in the world. Am I really meant to procreate? Or is being childless best for my mental and physical … Continue reading 1/4 Life Crisis
Sometimes I catch myself looking at the patio outside my kitchen window... Knowing that those bricks once held us as we laid together under Orion's belt...
This silence has been so much louder than words... And these thoughts in my head will never be unheard.