Winter wonderland

 He came to hate her smoky breath but became her lover anyways.. he touched her everywhere and became a whirlwind of emotions when he was inside her...this was a winter wonderland..this was a fading love.. but the intensity of which sustained her and saved her ...

Walking dead

 We are just survivors...we are just the walking dead

Heaven or Hell

Some times just sometimes you have a glimpse of what created the heavens. While you are in Hell..

Survive

 When I found you , you had worn down and let it sink into the abyss that we dreamed of called life. We would rather sink then swim permeated our thoughts, our souls and our beleaguered bones. It hid behind the curtain of culpability and rose to defeat provocation only.. it left small handprints of what it used to be ,just enough for the façade never enough to deceive itself . 

                      I was told to "Survive" it told me...

silly me,reading over the yesteryears...my words are all cynical,cleared of mis begotten failures but jaded none the less.I remember the youth that trails behind my ever changing hairstyles. Yet we pick up where we left of...surviving on the morsels that futures collide on.My body feels strange ,not the friend I remember,never the joy it used to bring me.We are the past it says,the layers speak of life lived and forgotten ..it can never be taken off it says..they live forever.The mistakes you make,the love you felt the, poeple that leave a imprint on your soul and body live on forever in those layers.

Silly me thinking I could forget.

Something in summer dreams..

The thin line that exists right now would be gone tomorrow.I have known this for quite sometime,but these days slipping past towards the favorable lies i tell myself have created a gap in memory .I have been in an unknown paradox that itself nullifies the need to pick up after stray thoughts.Though stray thoughts are my one and only solace where i get to relive the glory that behold my life aka the small little things i loved about it...my solitude...my ability to endure solitude...etc etc .Yet I feel as if there's a crack on my day a split in my time.

We are not labels...

it was in the encouraging awkwardness of it all,the wrinkled paper boats,silliness put in secret notes....play acting in the dreams created out of whispers....worlds were  made and broken ... whims and fancies breaking and making us..