You were my home
I miss our meadow, where we use to roam. Where we use to laugh, and smile and dance and forget about all the darkness in the world. Where we were free to be ourselves, and love one another. I miss the simplicity of growing up with you, never knowing what the future might hold, or why for that matter. I loved the way you spoke about the sea, and how big your heart would expand to the mear thought of it. You loved the way I spoke of the forest, cause it was the only place I could go to quiet the demons. Most of all, I miss the sound of your voice, the happiness it sprung from hearing the sound of mine. You dont get another twinflame, until we meet again my shining star.
Growing up in a world of fantasy in order to get away from the darkness that was my real world, that still IS the real world; was never easy. I think I can vouch for a lot of us other worldly folk, out in the realms of imagination, when I say that. Sometimes it is all we have when real life can’t seem to give us the desire to dream. Sometimes the real world is far too much to handle with the hostility it endeavors. Sometimes we need an escape, even for a little bit.. so we delve into the fantasy worlds that make us, us. The worlds that really feel like home, that take us in and nourish us into something happy and forgiving. Worlds that seem more real, then not. For me, that world is Avatar, or Pandora
“The earth was nothing but a pea where as her heart was beyond what she could see with lives slipping through her fingers
Where must we go
“Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search for our better selves.”-The First History Man Feet swayed above the depths of the deep blue sea, eyes scanning over the horizon of crimson reds and embellished purples that rest with the indolent ripples of water; leaving reflections of scattered perfection to dissipate into the open waters. Longing for a sense of direction, a sense of change. My heart ached for a better me, to be as beautiful and courageous as this sea.
As I sat waiting for Suzy to bring me that slice of chocolate cake, I pondered a life away from this dinky town. “Thanks, Suze.” I said as she placed the cake down in front of me.
World of Propagating
In my self-teachings of house plants and learning to propagate little plant babies; succulents have always been the most easy, and most intriguing. Though, in the beginning that was not always the case. I could never get the sun to shade ratios correct, or if I should even bother watering the finicky-f**ks or leave them neglected for thirst. Unlike other plants, where you just stick a leaf in a glass of water, and ta-dah, roots begin to grow; succulent leaves couldn’t care less if they get tossed in a tray of dirt to be forgotten about, much like myself (just kidding.. maybe).
Doomsday They Say
She was always fond of the stars. I could tell by the way she would glance up at the night sky every time she would slip out of the car, or merely step out on the bar’s balcony for a cigarette. She’d stand there in silence, ignoring the chatter of the music, dark eyes gleaming with amusement; pondering the universe, the galaxies. Meandering in her own Lilliputian world of what ifs; and so, she would come back to reality with a visage of sadness, a diminutive frown of regret, as if she wished to be somewhere else, somewhere beyond the stars. She didn’t belong here.. and neither did I.
Darkness is Me
I live in a world of darkness Though my soul is filled with colors Profuse, trying to escape the torment that is my mind