I Never Thought Missing Someone Could Hurt So Much. Then I Lost You.

Can everything stop? Not forever, just for a few minutes. Just a few minutes to sort out my life. A few minutes to let out my frustrations without anyone having to know. A few minutes to just be happy. Because once they are over I won’t be ready to face the reality I live in. Can everything stop? I need a few minutes.

Things I won't tell anymore

    I want to see the world through your eyes. I want to know what it is like to be unnoticed, to know how the wind can feel without running through it. I want to see how you see me, not as what everyone wants me to be, but just as I am. Just as me.

Inside the Artist #2

I thought you weren't coming back, so I gave up hoping you would. I gave up because someone like me doesn't just become friends with someone like you. Someone of your caliber would go to someone much more deserving and not already gone.

Inside the Artist #6

orange, silver, and gold!

Hey there beef mom! Thank you for asking for these, it was fun to write and think about!

Orange: How many projects do you usually have going at once?

I’m really bad with projects, tbh, I start things and get really into them then kind of forget about them. So usually I’ll have about two or three going on a once with one getting done out of the three. 

Silver: Are you comfortable writing in public places?

I actually write my best when other people are around. It’s why I write and post stuff during school. I dunno, something about being around other people makes me feel somewhat creative. When I’m alone you can tell because what I write has a slight lonely undertone to it where everything else flows together better.

Gold: Do your stories usually contain lessons or morals?

The closest thing I have to writing in a moral or lesson to my stories are when I write prose or when I do my little short stories on wattpad. With the short stories there morals are behind the quotes at the bottom of the chapter and are usually about overcoming challenges or stereotypes.

"Your smile is just as beautiful as the first time we met."

2 AM Thoughts (via. Wounded-writing)

Someone once told me to stay away from boys with cute smiles because they are the ones that can hurt you the most.

 2 AM Thoughts

I can't remember when there was a time where I could say that I was fine with out lying. Nothing seems to motivate me besides failure, and nothing will get me to state how I feel. Because I'd rather waste away like this rather than let you worry about if I'm alright.

I'm just not fine.

The shower is the only place I don’t crave your touch. The warmth of the water is the only thing that reminds me of your body on mine.

I miss you

Look at me! I’m the strongest in the sea. My lungs take in the water like it’s air and send it out with great flair. Look at me! I’m humble like the earth, my arms stretch out to hug the masses as my heart burns what’s left of ashes. Look at me! I’m fluid like the air, moving about without a care, letting those who wrong me pass me by until I’m left alone to die. Look at me. I’m alone like fire. Don’t get too close, I’m a broken wire, threatening to burn and combust into nothing. Look at me. My humble trying and desperate crying did nothing to appease those demons. My heart was burned and left to nothing as I sit here in solemn quiet. Look at me.

Look at what I’ve done