Books are easier to read than people.Words on a page hold more merit than expressions on a face.Lines and stanzas and paragraphs.They have form, linking together to form coherent memories. But people- they make no logical sense.Their decisions are fueled by hidden motives.Their faces pose as masks, the closest contender to showing their true expression.Mouths … Continue reading Books Are Easier to Read Than People
Brain is screaming,My head is spinning.Words fly through my thoughts;An endless garble of chaos. I hear someone calling my name-Ooh, is that a butterfly? No. Focus. Keep focus.Pay attention. Listen. Focus.Psychology is the study of-Crap, did I forget my homework? I think I have an essay due on Monday- No. Stop it! Listen.Focus your thoughts, … Continue reading Focus.
I've never been in love.Not truthfully, at least.Broken heart beats flutter by like Sparrows' wings.Quick and fleeting.Leaving you to reminisce in their wake.Each downward beat of the wings, and pump of the chest hold but weary reminders of lessons learned past.To be in love is a lesson my heart yearns to learn.But books merely spout … Continue reading Sparrows’ Wings
Have you ever noticed that the cold seems to be much more lasting than the heat? I suppose cold is merely the absence of heat. Without heat the cold itself would be non-existent. Then again, nothing exists without its counterpart, so heat couldn't exist without the cold. Heat is one of our most proactive sources … Continue reading Amongst the Winter Storm
The heart beats.Slow and rythymic.Tears drip down sorrow strown faces, filling up their glasses.A coffee mug full of tears.One might call it weak.One might call it broken.But a coffee mug full of tears is a heart full of emotions.Every heart beat; each pump pump pump through your veins is a drum of strength.Man does not … Continue reading A Coffee Mug Full of Tears
Your bedroom: the inner most sanctum to all your personal belongings. It's where you keep your memories, your hobbies and joys. It's where you go when you're at your most broken; where you sleep when you're most in need of rest.Your bedroom: a reflection of your deepest fears and desires. A reflection of your mental … Continue reading Innermost Sanctum