This is only temporary

travelingcolors:

Bergen from Mt. Ulriken | Norway (by Arne Halvorsen)

Trying to be something, peddling faster and harder, screaming louder and louder. Listen, please listen. I might not shine like the stars in the sky but my cries are as real as yours. Please see me, hear me, touch me, hold me, hide me. I will not survive much longer, please, just hear me.

June 10th | The date we met.
June is always hot near the coast. This thought rattles in my brain as I stumble onto the bus that will take me to work. I never appreciated the heat till I moved east after my summer out of high school. I spent so much time trying to escape, I forgot to pack the fragile parts of me and left them behind. He was one of them, I remember vividly intimate details, the way his hands felt on my thighs, the way his lips parted and the soft yawn that escaped them each morning, little details that were mine alone to notice. These little indescribable things that belonged to me, moments as fragile as the frost on the window of the bus which took me farther and farther from him and into my new life. I so rarely have time now to look back into my past but when I do, I remember him and the blow hits me hard and raw as ever. “Tragedy will follow you, everywhere you go, you are cursed.” The words still ring true. It ended too fast, and just how they said it would. I have nothing to hold on to but the photographs of our time together and the notes he would scribble. The little phrases and lyrics of music and poetry that touched his soul, “I belong to you, everything that touches my soul as you have should be shared,” he would say to me. I was so naive, I was so unprepared for what was to come.

I have a seperate tumblr dedicated to my writing ONLY. I feel like I only have this many followers due to my snippets from my stories, so feel free to follow and share my work. I just started but looking forward to progressing through this.

ladoescurodalua:

Untitled (by zachmccaffree)

You can say anything to me, our lives are forever facing each other. The window is open between our souls and you flow through me like a thought in the night. Colored in emotion and dancing with life.

Your love was fragile like glass and painful to hold like ice.

Time is the strand which we use to bind and constrict our lives.