https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKG2IWsvISQ At this point I've watched Miya Folick perform this song a hundred different times, and every single time I'm still blown away. The feelings she invokes with her voice, the way she writes sharp, intimate songs with soft words, and the way she lets the music take over with every performance, I've found that … Continue reading Miya Folick is everything I love about music.
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Just in case anybody was worried/missed my posts, I’m still alive!
Hello to all the lovely people who follow/read my blog. It's been over a month since my last post!! That's a crazy long time, especially considering I was averaging close to 9 posts a month for over a year! I just wanted to drop a post letting anybody who was curious know that I'm still … Continue reading Just in case anybody was worried/missed my posts, I’m still alive!
“I’m failing. Everything that I am; body, mind, spirit, and all the other shit in between, I am a failure.”
I can’t resist the urge to break. It’s almost like a need, a physical itch that demands I scratch it with a freshly sharpened pocket knife. I hate this feeling. I am filled up with things and stuff instead of love and warmth, and it hurts. I want to cry. Every day I want to … Continue reading “I’m failing. Everything that I am; body, mind, spirit, and all the other shit in between, I am a failure.”
“Pain is unavoidable, and sooner or later everyone reaches a breaking point. It’s okay that you’re broken, because being broken means you can be fixed.”
I am drawn to you, Like starlight to black nights, Or else the rough sea To a sailors dreams. If I am to continue, My darling, I do so From your spark It has ignited the tinder, Shaved from my chest, Giving rise to a heat, A roaring light. You’ve gifted me the Sun, And … Continue reading “Pain is unavoidable, and sooner or later everyone reaches a breaking point. It’s okay that you’re broken, because being broken means you can be fixed.”
“Doing nothing is something; it means accepting that falling apart is as normal for us as breathing.”
I built you a home in my chest by clearing out everything that was useless. My skin was paper, so I cut it away into tiny shapes of cranes, and you smiled as my flightless birds floated on top of the bathwater. You watched them only long enough to see as they made their way … Continue reading “Doing nothing is something; it means accepting that falling apart is as normal for us as breathing.”
You taught me the value in all things, so even if you’re gone, I can still find reasons to keep on living.
Love is not blind. Love is a vision beyond our eyes. I can close my own And right in front of me Does my love appear. She is formed By all things; Her hair are wisps That lead lost souls Through dark woods. Her eyes are petals, Slow falling light Through a somber winter. Her … Continue reading You taught me the value in all things, so even if you’re gone, I can still find reasons to keep on living.
“I am October, Ohio.”
I am October’s colors, my skin the reflection of bruised peaches and burnt honey. I stick to all things green, suckling away at their breast, until only a shriveled husk remains, clinging onto skeleton branches, begging the wind to let them be. My winds are not so kind as to carry any calls for help, … Continue reading “I am October, Ohio.”
“For every day I spent believing I deserved to be alone, you promised to help me find all of them, so you could show me that there was never a time when I didn’t deserve love.”
When I’m talking to you, I never feel like I’m ever talking “at” you. Like, when I’m telling you a story about work, or about something I did as a kid, or something I imagined I’d do someday, I know your listening. I’m not sure how I know, I just do. It probably has to … Continue reading “For every day I spent believing I deserved to be alone, you promised to help me find all of them, so you could show me that there was never a time when I didn’t deserve love.”
“I want to give you pretty things, like seashells, forehead kisses and promises I’ll never break.”
My smile isn’t what it used to be. I’ve managed to put some miles on my smile, which is inevitable for anybody who’s ever allowed another person into their heart. That sounds negative, but it’s a neutral fact of life. Honestly, if I were to meet an adult whose smile shined as if it had … Continue reading “I want to give you pretty things, like seashells, forehead kisses and promises I’ll never break.”
“You walk around in the shadow of your sins, looking for an Ocean to drown out the last dredges of your humanity.”
Whenever I’m alone, the darkness starts to set in, and I devolve into a mass of guilt and cruelty. I recognize my own sins for what they are; conscience decisions made in the face of a two-faced God. All of the good I’ve accomplished in this world is credited to my creator, while any evil … Continue reading “You walk around in the shadow of your sins, looking for an Ocean to drown out the last dredges of your humanity.”