Unresolved Promises forgotten Words left up in the air You never told me our time was up We just faded out A candle left running in an empty room Light extinguishes, darkness engulfs the space that you left I’ve bent … Continue reading
Well. It’s that time again. See, every few years everyone in my life walks out. I thought it was me, then I thought it was them. I figure now that it just must be the way life is. The swinging … Continue reading
Winter is when life sort of dies for a moment.
Everything gets quiet.
Some people cannot withstand the silence so they break out and scream and yell, distract themselves from the cool air seeping into their souls.
Others embrace the cold quiet and let it in.
Let themselves feel death for a moment. Sadness rushes in with flurries of rain frozen in time, opening up to show the beauty within entirely exposed.
Sadness is beauty.
It’s makes you feel and remember passion.
Spring comes and new ideals and ways fill what has died off.
Death is a form of creation.