Coffee

-
Your eyes pierce through me like glass, leaving me breathless and always wanting more. I could sit with you for hours in a coffee shop, legs draped over you, with Hemingway in my hand. 

But you don't drink coffee and I don't believe in love  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Village Kids

-
Image
“Village Kids” Originally Posted May 8th, 2022 • • • Mother’s Day. A single, sole date of the year on which mothers are honored by their children in many of ways: Ditch daises picked by the little blond mini-me in her best dress, no shoes, and little pigtails blowing in the breeze as she runs yelling, “MOMMY! MOMMY! I picked you a flower.” Candy chosen with care - ensuring all her favorites are there. Don’t forget the almond joys. Handmade construction paper cards with painted handprints titled “I love you, Mom!” Family get togethers with a plethora of food, laughter, story telling, and memories. Breakfast-in-Bed made by the little tiny humans, hair still stuck up from waking up out of bed without bothering to brush their teeth - or their cowlick. It is a beautiful thing to witness - a family. A real one. An unbroken one. A bond like no other. It is also a feeling I have craved since before a time I can recall memories. It is the reason for so many years I have woken up angry, and bitt...
Read more

Pink Skies [an influential ballard]

-
  I wish I could answer all of the questions  that you've laid in front of me yet in all we know there's a disconnect with what is remembered and what is shown from back in '92 throughtout the trials and the tribulations we all find ourselves asking and begging for the answer  We know  what we know but has it ever been enough? We know  what we know and it's assured that we've always been loved. <3
Read more

This One's For You

-
Image
There are often times I get praised for the way I handle life's back-to-back to back hits and while my answer tends to throw people off with my honesty- and transparency- it's genuinely the truth: I'm accustomed to it- and I have been my entire life. I am accustomed to the chaos, and what comes with it. I am accustomed to the loneliness of losing, and having to heal. I am accustomed to being broken, and having to pick up the pieces to recreate myself as a mosaic. I am accustomed to heartache, the grief, the defeat, the pain, the stress, and having to mask it in order to succeed. What I was not accustomed to, or ever thought I'd have to learn, is learning to love again after losing. Learning to trust, not to simply fill a void and create a short-term bond. Learning that I am worthy, even when I feel as if I am not. And learning that in order to love again? You need to understand that not everyone will understand. I had a co-worker say something to me this last week: “You...
Read more