You finally found a true friend, not only that but someone who loved you as much as you loved them. All was amazing and all were happy in the love you and he shared together. Time is a slow acid rain to eat away our stony hearts and façades. She was the one that melted the cold ore that had become my heart. And never again will it be solid. Try as he might this boy, in love with her, tried to make it stone again. She’d melted him for good, for they had found their diamonds in the rough and could never put back the precious treasure they had found. Back aching labor, palm splitting pain day to day. In the eyes of retrospect, every tear cried and vein split was more than worth the effort.
Name
59 pages and not one for you
Not sure when you got lost in the mess
Or where I forgot to write to you
So let this be my letter of love
To you with the beautiful smile
I dedicate this page 60
I wish you the world and everything you ask for
Anonymous asked: what happened to aristotlelove words?
im not sure but i think she changed her screen name or maybe just left us…:(
(Source: minatour-no-maze)
Between the Break
It’s grey and muddled and full those moments of extensive reading. Like between the lines all is left to the interpretation of the reader, not the writer. So badly wishing to know what the narrator says next in a story that can’t be read ahead. Eyes bulge to see what was once there but is now a fading to a shadow of memory. Vaseline painted teeth spread the smile of a whitewashed wall, and there it is. Carpentry is now a skill never learned but vastly used. Walls and paper follow to make a comfortable dwelling inside the head of the creator. I have driven myself mad for the likes of them, the vixens, the foxes, the sirens. Left a sorry bag of bones with nothing more than a hope and fading dream to prop up these mortal remains…beside the fire and between the break I will melt like wax in those silken arms.
Shirtless Youth Lighting up a Cigarette, Brooklyn, New York. Photo by Bruce Davidson, 1959
I often have this…situation for the lack of a better word or phrase. But those times when you’ve seen a commercial a million times and yeah its funny, but you don’t laugh out loud…then after a certain point for some ungodly reason you see it again and out of the blue you bust up in some weird semi-uncontrollable laughter…I kinda like it
Been working
Fabricating words
Sewing truth in previous lies
Gluing broken promises
Into a mosaic
Trying to untie the knots
But getting tangled in the thoughts
Spoken
Written
Begged
Yelled
Wept
Sweat
Hated
Loathed
Loved
Cared
No notice between the next
And all felt in a minute…
Fighting depression
is like being lost in the dark,
because you don’t know
where to start
