Stories of the Lost and Found

The vibes I felt when your eyes locked mine Your fingers were in my hair Your words still around my soul Our whole bodies completely entwined  But where are you tonight?  The moon shines through the window  The leaves scattered along the ground  I can here the wind blowing, dogs barking But you cannot be found  The seasons changed, as they always do The greens turning white The temperature drops  They all go on moving, living, feeling But all I wish is for time to stop Wishing and hoping, neither do much Something's can't be undone rewritten or even obtained You'll always be in my head,  everywhere I go, in everything I say  Even when you're not on my mind, You're just a memory away  You wish for it but you can't have it You want to say something but you don't Do you have too many masks? Would you be scared of what you spoke?  Time is never ending,  But it's also a clock that strikes  Time can be your best friend And time can k...

the days keep on passing  the leaves all begin to change  you feel like you should feel different  yet you feel just the same  everybody's living  everybody's fine  everybody smiles  and everybody lies they all say they wanna help you they all say they wanna be  there they all say just ask anytime, anywhere you do what you can  you never give up  your head stays full of what ifs  your hands remain cuffed  life moves forward life stands still life moves  backwards you gotta realize its  a journey uphill one day your time will come  you'll rise above them all  keep your head held high  they all wanna see you fall

When I think about the past I think about all the things I haven't done and all the things I miss all at once... I think about the leaves I haven't seen fall over a lake I've never been fishing in but then I think about that time I watched the leaves fall while eating a picnic, overlooking the lake, with you. I think about all the concerts I haven't been able to go to in all the cities I can't visit but then I think the time we were three rows from the stage in the most beautiful city I've ever seen. I think about all the money I haven't made and all the things I could have bought but then I remember you telling me that money doesn't matter and material things don't have much value. I think about all the people I've never been able to meet and all the things I haven't said but then I think of you and I realize I met you and although I probably never said it all I hope I said enough.

She wondered if he ever remembered the night they held each other desperately, making endless promises that were nearly impossible to keep and when she started to slip away, she always pushed so hard and she often wondered if he was trying to grab her but she was already too far gone to notice... She remembered him like she remembered her favorite parts of her books: engraved in her mind but impossible to hold. 

Everyday I feel as if I sink lower into this complete state of oblivion. Everything sounds the same, looks the same, feels the same, tastes the same and everything smells the same. My senses have all crossed each other out and I cannot feel a thing. It's silly, really. Completely ridiculous. How you can feel yourself slipping from reality but yet you can't seem to do a damn thing about it. It never lasts but it's still a forever feeling... Few people can understand that. And nobody understands how you feel. Your friends think you're being irrational, annoying and completely bonkers. My friends do anyway. I know they don't mean to, it's life. They're normal and I'm not. And then sometimes I am. And then I'm not. Blue and white, a constant battle between giving up and not giving up. A constant battle between "the whole worlds against me" and "everything happens for a reason."  A constant battle between the way you see yourself and t...

The moon is bursting with secrets. There are so many different sets of eyes looking upon it; eyes that are full of pain and suffering; eyes that hold love and care. A full moon knows everything there is to know because when you’re left alone the Man in the Moon is the only person left to spill your heart out to. But the thing is you don’t even have to speak words because he drinks from your eyes. He can tell the difference in acceptance and longing. The world may see that you’ve accepted what you can’t change but the moon knows how much you long to change it. Fooling the world is an easy thing to do but fooling yourself is impossible to accomplish. The eyes hold truth that normal people wouldn’t be able to see but the moon is all-knowing. He sees the way you stare up at him-wondering what’s to come. He knows it’s a temporary escape for a world you may not be able to understand at the moment. He knows lust when he sees it. Lust for all the things you can’t have but so desperately want. ...

She turned her head slightly moving to the right when something stopped her. "Ugh," she muttered. "Buddy, move over now!" The Calico cat jumped up, finding his favorite spot behind the blinds of the window. She wondered if it was sunny outside- yesterday had been so dreadfully gloomy. Just then she felt someone plop down on the other side of the bed. Nothing was said. Inwardly she sighed, a day like this again? She was instantly frustrated.  "So are we gonna do what you had planned?" She said as she finally broke the silence. No was the simple response. "Well is it sunny?" She asked again with a little more enthusiasm. "Yeah, a little." Was his begrudged reply. "So you don't wanna do anything? You're just gonna lay there?" She asked with open frustration. "Yep." She rolled her eyes as he rolled over. God! He had pushed her previous plans out the window the night before because he had gott...

Man oh man at how life throws you curves right? There's no need to fill the world wide web in on how my personal life has been, I promise it's not really blog-worthy, sheesh you nosy folks ;) The truth is I've been in a constant battle for months between letting things go and holding on and having faith, deciding what's the best step to take forward and finally coming to the conclusion that in order to decide who you want to be in life and who you're meant to be, it takes self realization. It takes valuing your life, happiness and your own choices over other things and honestly, that's okay in my book. I have finally come to terms with the fact that you can't please everyone and you can't stay unhappy just to serve someone else's happiness. It doesn't matter if they gave you the world... If you're unhappy, what exactly matters at the point in time? I'm at the point where I finally feel as if I'm getting all my ducks in a row, my f...