Missing you is like putting together the pieces of a puzzle without a picture to guide me... I don’t know why or how some things remind me...
Showing posts with label Unfinished Lives. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Unfinished Lives. Show all posts
I walked up to his door and rang the bell. He stood there and asked me why I was there, what did I want, and why now? I said I was there to...
Like the stench of day-old cigarette smoke lingering on a black ruffled top. Like the fine strands of flyaway hair sticking to a cold, b...
All day long people asked her what was wrong. She seemed a bit off, they said. Was everything okay? Did she need anything? Someone offered...
Some days are just a little tougher than the others. I wake up craving you a little more than usual. The shape-shifting distance between u...
I’d give anything to be like that again. When I really didn’t know any better. It was probably the last time I believed in magic and forev...
You know that thing that makes you feel incomplete and uneasy and unwhole? The one that turns the entire world into an insipid rabbit ste...
I sift through the words I've written for you, about you, with you stuck inside my brain like an errant bullet from a crossfire. They c...
Take me to all the places you've been keeping from me. Even the ones you think I will not like. Especially the ones you think I wil...
At midnight, she peeled the transparent mask off her unwelcoming face and introduced me to her murky mind. Earlier that night I sat close t...
I've lost count of the number of times I have tried to do it. It always starts with a well-intentioned plan. The pros and cons are weig...
And in the end, we will count all the things we didn't do. While other lovers piece together moments to map their memories, we will fli...
He uses the sunset to paint over her sorrow. And smears her face with the blue sky, just to smoothen out the lines and frowns. He kisses he...
I miss you, beautiful girl. The universe appears hazy now, and its plans seem incomprehensible. But someday soon you will be back, and with...
At the threshold of being and becoming As I sit at my worn-out old desk and write, the coffee dregs at the bottom of my chipped ...
I was oblivious to his presence in the coffee shop that afternoon, oblivious to him entering with his trademark quizzical expression...
The romantic in me likes to believe in fate and destiny and all the things that can't be deciphered but just experienced. So I decide t...
I walk around all day saying things I don’t mean, things that are not true. Yes, I’ve turned into a liar now. As I swing my legs out...
The following is something that VB shared with me in one of his letters from 1996 ("These thoughts may enlighten your quest for mean...
Life has rarely gone the way I have wished it to. Even though I am painfully aware of the fact that most of my choices and actions hav...
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