A darker mirror

Something always brings me back to you...

[adarkermirror-blog]

I'm hanging on your words

Living on your breath

Feeling on your skin

Will I always be there?

I left her behind because I fell for you. And for a long time I fought against the feeling. Swam against the tide. I've never understood why it was so. 

This song brings me to the before, when I hanged on her every word and thought she'd make me endlessly happy. When the Universe existed on her room and I never wanted to leave. 

But I left. Or was pushed out. Or both. Because I longed for you. For your touch. For your smile. For your love. 

And now I'm nowhere. And I'm barely to talk to you, because I can't focus. You make too much noise in my head. And we hardly speak these days.

And I still long for you. Why? Why these dreams? What do I have to bring you? WHow can I make you happy?

[adarkermirror-blog]

I will not be afraid. 

I will rise above. 

I just wish you to be happy. Because I love you, even though I'm myself unsure why. Why it's so strong. So unpredictable. So outrageously irrational, lasting and powerful.

I will make you happy. I will make your dreams come true.

And that will give us both happiness. 

You'll see life. You'll see dreams. And that's what I am. 

I need you more than ever. I need you to be happy above all.

And I will not be afraid of what's to come. I will rise. I will rise above. 

[adarkermirror-blog]

Did I dream you dreamed about me? Were you here when I was full sail? Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks. For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow." Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow. I'm as puzzled as a newborn child. I'm as riddled as the tide. Should I stand amid the breakers? Or shall I lie with death my bride? Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you." "Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you".

I sincerely do wish that this has warmed your heart and made you happier.

[adarkermirror-blog]

'And say it for me, say it to me

And I'll leave this life behind me 

Say it if it's worth saving me'.

  Am I worth saving? I feel really idiotic posting this here when everything and everyone feels so dettached and so far. So irrelevant and so empty.

But I wish you would come and saved me. 

Perhaps in fall.

[adarkermirror-blog]

Should I lie with death, my bride?

I'm having some really terrible thoughts tonight.

[pensiveperegrine]

A star not far enough to seek, Nor near enough to find;

Emily Dickinson (via pensiveperegrine)

[adarkermirror-blog]

I hope the muses miss me when I'm dead and gone.

[adarkermirror-blog]

I loved Ophelia. Forty thousand brothers

Could not with all their quantity of love

Make up my sum. What wilt thou do for her?

[adarkermirror-blog]

Your smile makes me dream aloud. Awake. Boldly.

[dictionaryofobscuresorrows]

opia

n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out.

[radiomaru]

Tumblr user jaybarnham sent me two complicated questions…

1. “I’m applying narrative theories to contemporary comics and graphic novels and i was just wondering if you could lend me a hand by answering a few questions. I was just wondering who you think the hero, false hero, villain and helper is...

[adarkermirror-blog]

Time to say goodbye:

Yes. The time has come. 

Time to move on from this love and close this chapter. And start a new one. Time to change the world. Your world. Our world. And not to moodily complain about it.

And to you, dearest reader, may I wish the following:

I hope your life is full of beautiful, magical, wondrous things. I wish you as much happiness as you can handle.

And then, just a tiny little bit more.

Peace. 

.

[adarkermirror-blog]

'You find your way under my skin,I'm trying not to love you but I hate the way I keep givin'into you, like i always do, no matter how i try.Or maybe could it be, that your the part of methat's keeping me alive.'

I've been avoiding you. Kind of. I hate to think that maybe we're both better off just as quiet, distant, friends. That you might be happier that way. That I will spare you sorrow. That I won't stretch my heart because of your gravitational field. 

But I miss talking to you. I miss seeing you smile. And even more, making you smile. 

I thought I saw you glancing at me, tonight. When I was leaving. Silently asking: Are you really leaving, again? I wish I was right. And I wish you miss talking to me too.

[adarkermirror-blog]

Someday, I'll love writing a song for you.

[dictionaryofobscuresorrows]

semaphorism

n. a conversational hint that you have something personal to say on the subject but don’t go any further—an emphatic nod, a half-told anecdote, an enigmatic ‘I know the feeling’—which you place into conversations like those little flags that warn diggers of something buried underground: maybe a cable that secretly powers your house, maybe a fiberoptic link to some foreign country.

[jrblackwell]

They can’t say Yes unless you ask.

Sure, maybe they’ll say No. Perhaps No is even the likeliest outcome. Maybe the No will be embarrassing, maybe it will hurt your feelings, maybe it’s sad to know for sure.

But they can’t say Yes unless you ask.

There is an outside chance, they could nominate...

[talkinglikeajerk]

[adarkermirror-blog]

Feels a lot like my life, lately.