Everyone extraordinary was once incredibly boringly ordinary.
Distrust has wedged herself again between these two tortured souls. Neither knows how to fix or approach the other and this disconnect–this silence–may be deafening for a while.
Who’s the one that’s there through all?
Ask the fellow in the mirror, “How are you?” And this time, reply. Because that person will really always be there, and is sometimes all you’ve got, and they’ll listen. Open your own ears and your own heart to your own self.
No one believes me until they see it.
They romanticize me until they are the one walking away…
You are a lie, beautiful fall, a taunting lie. Surely we fall in your presence. We fall down to the bitterness of winter, blanketed in icy cold; the unthawed hearts, we freeze to death. For this is your poison, Autumn, you are our fall dressed in kindly colors.
I am always this far from even my lovers: outside of their psyche and never able to enter it. Estranged by the limitations of even our souls.
Neverlasting and impermanent…
Struggles and joy of a healing love told through the story of two fictional characters, Marsha and Ash.
We leave these little coffee shops and bookstores with an ache in our hearts. We whisper farewells to the lands it holds within, as we walk out the many-times-repaired door, awaiting the day we can come back again.
Thus, I will trek this journey of pain…
Why would I want to live unless it were in my dreams, and why would I want to breathe unless it were the air of hope and beauty?