Tuesday, November 16, 2010

And when we flick off the light switch we are faced with the beds we make for ourselves.
Though completely consumed by the darkness surrounding, questions stare us down until our weary minds resort to sleep. We twist and turn in the silence and fight away the things that the daylight only conceal, our fears, insecurities, feelings.

Our hearts remain restless while we wrestle with the night, until sleep brings us a sweet new day,

A chance to change.

Friday, November 12, 2010

And that canvas with that picture you painted for my birthday this year,
I painted it white today
It is blank

Ready to start over,

So am I

Saturday, November 6, 2010

"He might be your first love, but he won't be your last"