Posts Tagged ‘creative’

My ghost-boy

Tuesday, October 31st, 2017

“Courage, dear heart.” – C.S. Lewis

I started writing when it was dark. Then deleted everything. Erased my words, as if I could alleviate the burning ache. As if I could fill the void with my silence and not choke on my own longings. I stood there watching the nightingale overwhelmed with grief, for once again it bled for nothing. How can people be so cruel? (I’m so, so sorry.) I think I’ve fallen in love with a ghost again.
// I think I’m trying to reach for you, trying to hold on, trying to believe, but all there is left is a flickering light barely shining through the cracks.
// I think I hear your voice, when my eyes are closed. I know you can sing, but can you find me?
Sometimes I think I can almost feel your lips on mine. Sometimes when I close my eyes the world isn’t so unforgiving. Sometimes I can almost reach the sun and it barely hurts.

A different timeline

Saturday, September 23rd, 2017

“The problem is we’re human. We want more than just to survive. We want love.” – Meredith Grey


  1. My words ricochet between the walls until they make them crumble down and someone hears me. (Remember everything. Remember (me).)
  2. I have an alibi for the night you almost chocked on stardust: I was at the sea, drowning empty dreams.
  3. There are hidden moons and farewells under my eyes. Rose petals stitched on bleeding wrists. Tachycardia and rainstorms. And I’m only a girl. Soft sometimes, but always, filled with a downpour of dreams that they cannot stain.
  4. It’s easier to just lie. (I never cared. You are only a stranger.)
  5. Do you see me now? The rivers are thawing, and you should know, you occupy the silence between each of my words.
  6. Your kisses act as a paralytic. A tightness in my chest. A prediction of a collision.
  7. A sky disguised as a raging ocean filled with uncertainty. (It’s ok, it’s ok – we’ll be ok.)
    We’ll carry each other if we have to. (Just reach and I’ll catch you.)
  8. I promise.