Category Archives: Writing
Infinities
I am alone. It’s a fact, but that’s all it is. It is neither a good or bad thing; it’s neither happy nor sad. It just is what it is. Nostalgia is hard. It makes you feel all these good … Continue reading
Trapped
And the loneliness comes creeping in again, shadowed by darkness and silence, blurred by the daily distractions that disguise the truth behind the smiles and the laughter. It seems like this sadness will never go away and the ceasing of … Continue reading
Unnoticed
Written November 26th 2012 The glances we shared tells a different story than the actual tale we are in. Sometimes I look over and everything about the picture engraved in my mind all seems so innocent. The way your hair … Continue reading
At a pause
And then his World came to a grinding halt. The Earth still rotates and revolves, and The World still moves forward, and sideways, and sometimes even backwards; but his, his world has ceased any form of movement. It’s like the … Continue reading
The ghost of me
I’ve never felt so strongly about anyone before. Not for a long time; not like this anyway. It’s like my lungs became bad at being lungs and my heart was racing against itself beat after beat. And when I saw … Continue reading


