Love I Wished it Was
A lifetime ago, I asked a dear friend what love was. She told me it was “eating a bowl of cereal while watching your favorite show,” and despite loving the line, I didn’t understand it at all. Years later, I’m ...
A lifetime ago, I asked a dear friend what love was. She told me it was “eating a bowl of cereal while watching your favorite show,” and despite loving the line, I didn’t understand it at all. Years later, I’m ...
Corwin was nice enough to let me borrow his platform to get some things off his chest. He asked me to let everyone know that he is sorry for leaving without warning, but apparently “writing got hard when I started having to be honest.” I’m not 100% sure what that means, but I guess I’ll take his word for it.
I don’t wake up missing you, just what life used to be. I wake up missing the way a bed feels with someone else in it. I wake up missing the warmth of two bodies lazily pressed together in the ...
The irony of revisiting a piece like this isn’t lost on me. A little under a year ago, I thought it was pathetic to allow thoughts of you to inspire so many words, and yet here I am, writing about ...
When I write I don’t always control over the finished product. The moment my pen hits paper I relinquish control of my thoughts, and allow for my feelings to slowly take shape on the page. While being able freely express myself through writing has often been a blessing, at times I am troubled by the ...
This weekend I had a stimulating conversation. Reading that back I realize that stimulating isn’t actually the right word. The conversation itself was seemingly mundane. I can’t off the top of my head recall any specific details, and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about it long after it had ended. Before I keep going with ...
Hey guys, it’s been a while. I guess I should start by explaining why I haven’t posted anything in over a month. While part of it just stems from me routinely being interested in writing, for the most part my absences has been the result of getting caught in one of two cycles. One cycle ...
Since I got back from Tokyo it has been difficult to write, well, anything. Every time I sat down, and put pen to paper, I felt like my mind went blank. The reality however, was that there has been more on my mind than I can remember. I had so much on my mind, and ...
Dear Sarah, I’m not even really sure if it’s okay for me to be writing this, as I haven’t known you for that long, but fuck it might as well. Where to even begin with you? Well for one you better take it down a notch because no one is going to be able to ...
Turns out having a panic attack miles above the ground kinda sucks. You can’t talk to anyone who can take the pain away, and it leads to some of the most non sensical thoughts I’ve ever had. So I wrote them down. Other than for spelling this is just a word dump of a kid ...
There are people who will most likely disagree with my decision to post the letters that I wrote while I was in a dark place. To some, these letters could inspire others to follow through with their own thoughts to end their life. While I don’t full agree with that sentiment I will say to ...
This may sound a bit odd to those who’ve never experienced it, but a lot of the time I don’t feel. Happiness, sadness, anger, all stripped away despite my best efforts to be emotionally connected to the world around me. Honestly though, as much as I claim I want these feelings back, when they finally ...
It was a Saturday, a day for the boys. A day for drinks, music, and mischievous ploys. For the first time in months I was as happy as could be, Sun was shining, not a cloud to see. The people around me were the absolute best, And for once I was okay tolerating the rest. ...