Tag: sadness

Collecting Your Jar Of Hearts

There are more letters cluttering my floor. It’s better to get things out even if you can’t get any answers. It’s not fair to have things unexplained and left with questions, but if you can’t have the conversation to put your mind at ease and help you to move on, the only thing you can do is get it out.

I’m getting it all out as much as I can, but there seems to be far more than I would ever have thought possible. My days have become sort of vague. Everything is monotonous and the same.

There’s also this terrible vacant, distant thing going on with my head. I don’t feel as if I’m all here most of the time. Days are simply a living distraction where I forget what I’m doing or I do things without any reason. It’s awful. It’s like dissolving.

And I don’t like it one bit.

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Shoot The Moon & Miss Completely

I have a big thing for the moon. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that, readers, but I do. I always have had. I could stare at it for hours. It’s beautiful. And still. And quiet.

It’s like being watched over by something so bright and so calm when all else in your life is dark. Its beauty is so exquisite and ethereal…

Third life post in a week without a fiction in between, right? Must mean there’s something up. I don’t know. There isn’t really. But sometimes I need to write things out so they aren’t cooped up in my head, pulling my mood deeper and deeper down.

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Incandescent

Sometimes I can only bring you poetry where thoughts would otherwise lie like memories inked upon the page. Sometimes this poetry tells you all that you need to know and sometimes it unrolls like smoke as you read and reread.

I can’t tell you what kind of poetry this piece will be. I only know that I have written it and that it is unedited, uncut, unmuddied by further thought. It is as it was written. It is as it was first thought.

Writing it helps. Releasing it sets it free.

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A Chance Of Torrential Rain

I should start with some happy news because I haven’t given you any lately, have I? Well, the good news is that I finished the WIP. Next is the editing process, but right now my head is no way ready for that.

Over the past few days I’ve been made to feel even more confused and hurt and in bits than I already was. It’s like somebody else can’t make their mind up or anything and then I’m being asked to wait while he gets his head sorted out with professionals, which isn’t fair. It’s not fair to ask someone to wait for them when they’ve decided to be with someone else.

It just isn’t. And especially when you know how they feel about you. It’s stringing them along. It’s giving them hope for the longest time and then you’re probably going to take their whole world away anyway.

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