gotta love the one you're with.
and i've learned i have me,myself,& i.
here we go..

Love & other drugs.

i was getting ready for bed.
saying goodbye to the day.
thinking about the advice that a good friend gave me.
"keep pushing through".

then you called.
and made my heart sank.
____________________________.

you can't do this to me anymore.
i'm over feeling like i can't choose my direction.

"no signal" my phone went.
maybe a sign, possibly a salvation.
i won't answer the phone for the remainder of the night.
goodnight.

“When I get lonely these days, I think: So BE lonely, Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.”

Quote(s) of the day.

In the end, I've come to believe in something I call "The Physics of the Quest." A force in nature governed by laws as real as the laws of gravity. The rule of Quest Physics goes something like this: If you're brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you.

- EAT.PRAY.LOVE.

Sharpen bones.

I have fault too?
All i ever tried to do was be a good person. I wanted to show him the world isn't a bad place, not everyone is out to get you.
I expected too much?
Kindness?Communication? Is that too much?
It's disrespect; it's as simple as that. Somebody can't take that much from you even if you've sorted out selections on the table.


I'm taking back my power.
to hell with him.

Detox.

My hearts aching, it's fist tight.
and my backs tingling, almost like fingers lingering down my spine.
my lips are yearning for the taste of our last kiss goodbye.
this all may sound silly but i became addicted too fast.
and now i sit here. in another time way too connected to the past.
nothing makes any sense. Non of it matters at all.
I am here.
you are there.
while our emotions float in the air.
i'd give just about anything to be next to you.
On this bed filled with photos, memories, sand and shells.
between these old hollow sheets that have no comfort, no molding.
just to be able to get high one more time.