Two Sides of the Same Coin...
If she starts a sentence, I can finish it. If I don't know how to express myself, she knows what I'm trying to say. The world melts away, and it's just us and our conversation. It's not something...
View Article**OOOeeeeOoooEEEEoooo!
Bonjour! Let me describe myself at this moment. I am currently smiling the sweet smile of the semi-crazy, quasi-insane, possibly paranoid, inherently un-graceful, terminally emo, ubiquitous yet...
View ArticleLesson to Learn
I suppose it takes a whlie for the idea to sink in that "Not Settling for Less" sometimes means "Settling for Nothing at All". In such a case I think it takes a stronger person to take on the pain of...
View ArticleFatal Flaw
It's hard to articulate, it's difficult to put to words. How can you describe the inner anguish of your soul, when it's so elusive that you can barely put your finger on it. The only solution is to...
View ArticleOranges?
I'm having a problem. That problem being latent feelings towards people not typically of my taste. Namely towards some of my friends. Shag-type feelings. "I am a Woman. All artists are Women and should...
View ArticleI hate you So much
Stop it stop stop stop. My mind is screaming at you to leave me alone, to just go away, stop being near me. Don't touch me...but the problem is that you're not even looking at me, you're ignoring me....
View ArticleI think....
Have you ever been the the edge of oblivion? Buried with words, so deep that you can never climb out again? You must go through them, into a whole new world before you can ever come back again. Sweet...
View ArticleSomething New to Reset the Tone
Matthew likes me. Can I say that again? Matthew likes me. My mother would say that he's falling in love with me, I would say if that's the case then I must be falling in love with him. If that is the...
View ArticleI want to Forget
I want to forget about everything. I don't know if I want to be here, living in this city. What if I wanted to settle for less? What if I wanted to be back in Calgary, and live at home and not be that...
View ArticleThat Word
Like rain running down my skin, silver trails cutting cold lines in traces on my arms, like redemption washing over my face, like the glow of sunlight off her smile and fairylights twinkling in the...
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