Maybe I Am Finding Myself Once More

Maybe I Am Finding Myself Once More

Maybe I am finding myself again as I lose some fragments of contention from the unattended shards sprawled on the floor scintillating for your trifling attention

I am picking up myself again from the sullied nights of defenestration my fingers bleeding from the slivers of rage, and the cold pangs of remorse and I am again cleansing for recuperation

I guess we can’t have it all How can I chase the ones that I love without mangling my body on a collision? When will fate rendezvous with luck and happiness cross my stale mate affliction?

The complexity of human relations is wearing me down to capitulation So I left some of the pieces on the floor and picked up morsels that weren’t there before

I am reconstructing my architecture once more and maybe the next time we quake to perdition the topple would be more kinder and I wouldn’t have to resist like the door’s tinsel - I would let you in because there’s nothung left for destruction

May 17, MMXIV

4:00 A.M. I keep on running away from everything and pretend like I'm not hurt. Well, you know what? Screw this. I'm tired. I'm not okay. I never was.

I give up.

THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR THIS SCENE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

=)

elusive happiness

I don't want to be stuck in this pensive sadness. Today, I have chosen to get back up (again) and see what life has to offer. Today, I have chosen not to beat myself up. Today, I have decided to get better. 

It'll get better. I hope.