Excerpts from the red book.

Careless writings of a heart on a journey

[blood-on-paper]

Storm of 10 thousand letters

Your eyes would fall out of your head sooner than you’d find the end of the words I’d write for you.

Your ears would shrivel into dust before I could ever finish speaking the words my tongue holds for you.

This love is like a waterfall

Of stars into the void of a black hole Drawing them in endlessly Tearing them apart fearlessly Scattering their bodies recklessly Ruthlessly.

Love is woven in and out of the fabric of space. It is something we can’t escape.

If only I could take this truth and run with it hopelessly

Let the void consume me

So I can be scattered

And perhaps one day my remnants will find you in this universe and I can settle in your skin once more

[blood-on-paper]

I'm surrounded by so many beautiful people. But I have never felt so lonely in my life.

[blood-on-paper]

Hello Diary. Old friend, welcome back.

When will you learn? I can only show you as much as you're willing to see. It hurts to think you've closed your eyes on me. At least you won't see my pain.

[stephanocardona]

Reverse light and rain ….. by metinkagan Link: http://ift.tt/1C88XbF

[blood-on-paper]

I still hope to hear from you soon. Don’t leave me hanging here like a coat to dry. Drenched in the rain of somber days and lonely nights, Listening to the echoes of your voice on the wind as they breathe through this fabric, twisted and woven with the memories of you and I. Thread and needle, making our way through the patterns of life Tied to each other But cut with a knife The same one I felt in my heart when you said those words “I can’t keep doing this”

[blood-on-paper]

And I reached back As you held me And I felt your hair between my fingers. You were there. I could feel you. Your embrace enveloped all of me. Washed away the pain. I caught fire with your soul.

[blood-on-paper]

It's so hard to look forward, There's a blanket of fog around me. I feel beside me where you used to be But you've disappeared Evaporated Dissipated Were you there to begin with? At all? Or was my imagination fuelling what I felt of you? You can't answer me You don't even know yourself. I don't hold that against you. I am lost too. I'll find you again When this fog clears, When you find yourself.

[blood-on-paper]

All of this hope should be hung like a sail

Your wind blows through it, your hail tears holes in it and it falls to shreds. This is what I've left of you. It will carry me no more. I'll dive into the sea So far down into it's silent depths I wont hear the sound of your wind brushing waves. Here I am alone, Surrounded by my darkest company. I'll breathe out my last breath and let the black consume me. Here I am alone.

[blood-on-paper]

If I open my mouth, those words might just fall out. Why am I so afraid you'll hear them? My wants are not valid My needs are met on my own accord. I let you roam, I set you free. Would you run, given the chance? In those eyes I see time fly. We change in moments. Who will we be tomorrow? I am here because I choose to be. I am driven by the beating in my heart for this. Can you say the same? Do you feel it in your veins?

[stephanocardona]

The Beacon by RyanDyar Link: http://ift.tt/1E9ystp

[blood-on-paper]

Day turns to night, like the pages of this book to thoughts of you.

[blood-on-paper]

It's difficult to listen to old advice you gave to people about living life to its fullest. You once believed and felt it was so easy to see the light in every day and smile into the wind knowing you were going to be fine. The weight we carry in our hearts is heavied by ourselves. I no longer see this world with bright eyes, my lips no longer laugh without a precipitation of sorrow or pain or fear or indifference. This sadness is like a disease. One of the mind borne into the body through metaphysical attraction. It hangs inside of me like a dense fog, choking and blinding.

[ughbenedict]

I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.

Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian (via dysenterygay)

[blood-on-paper]

Letting this go was the best choice I could have made.

I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid.

Time is hours,

Hours and ours.

Forever dawning on us, lying humbly by the wayside and stretching to the beginning, falling into place ahead of us. It belongs to us, like our bodies. Inherited and empirical, perpetual and irrefutable.

Ineluctable.

[blood-on-paper]

Let me wander these woods alone and I’ll find my solace in the frosted flowers weeping for the sun they lost while hiding under the trees. Chained to the earth to live and die as a testament to the fleeting moments in life we may not see if we don’t stop to smell the flowers for once.

Weep my darlings.

My heart would weep with you if it had eyes.

Eyes to cry for the beauty it could not keep of you.

[blood-on-paper]

I’ll drink you in like the ocean

Let your sun rays seep into my skin

Breathe through you like the wind

Sleep in you like the forest.

Dark. Deep. Silent

Amaranthine

[blood-on-paper]

When something happens that you can't quite come to terms with, it feels as if it sleeps in your memory. Figments floating there with small reflections of events cascading behind your eyes like light on shards of a broken mirror.

Until you wake and see the marks left, clothes piled and scars healed. It is real.

Pieces of you everywhere.