Cast Out

I'm obsessed with pretty lights- ones that move superfluously at night; all simple things that shine. Into Idle photographs, concealed by time. I am a fragment, my own self destruction. It's mind altering to learn that we're all mad here PLUR

[thejazzunplugged]

[endlessexplorer]

There are so many stories I want to be apart of that I forget to write my own. 

[thejazzunplugged]

I can’t seem to free myself from my own mind

[thejazzunplugged]

I don’t think you’ll notice how much it is that I’ve changed

[nostalgiaishere]

[written-inthe-cozmoz]

In Another Life

In another life, we would have been whole,

Not broken by fears, not frayed at the soul.

You’d hold my hand like it was always meant,

And love wouldn’t feel like something I’d spent.

In that life, my smile would light your way,

You’d brush my hair, no words to say.

The silence would sing, a melody sweet,

Our hearts would beat, in rhythm complete.

I wouldn’t have yelled, I wouldn’t have cried,

I’d find no flaws, no reason to hide.

The storms would pass; we’d dance in the rain,

Not burdened by anger, not tethered by pain.

You’d write me letters, your words a vow,

I’d read them aloud, and wonder how

A love so pure could ever fade,

In that other life, we’d have stayed.

But this life, oh this, it pulls us apart,

A tangled mess of a stubborn heart.

Yet still, I dream, in the quiet of night,

Of the life we’d live, bathed in golden light.

In another life, we’d be free to be,

The best of us, you and me.

Until then, I’ll hold this dream so tight—

Of love that’s perfect, in another life.

[signedthemoon]

— isa b. excerpt from heavy-hearted

[echoesofanoverthinkingmind]

It hurts in a different way when you realize you were giving your all to people who only liked the convenience of your love.

[signedthemoon]

— isa b. excerpt from my desire

[thejazzunplugged]

And how truly alone I find myself

[drafts-in-progress]

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

[possessedbymypast]

proper dose - the story so far

[thejazzunplugged]

What a truly devastating feeling to be nothing. What I wouldn’t do, to be something to you.

[girlonabreak]

i am tired of putting more effort into this, either love me like I deserve to be loved, or don’t waste my time

[drwgs]

he lied to me for a month about having a girlfriend and now i don’t know what to do

[o-xytocin]

how empty of me to be so full of you

[embeccy]

"For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me."

- M.L. Rio

[black6mirror]