Clear. Cold. Empty. Like how I feel right now. Love is strange. One minute you’re jungle fever. The next you’re Artic winter.
That’s what I’ll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here.
Would I ever find forever love? Do I really want to, when forever was a word without meaning?
Alone everything changes. Some might call it distorted reality but it’s exactly the place I need to be.
I feel like a goddess, jailed in her Olympus. Little wonder how the gods toyed with humans. Toyed with women, to watch them squirm, pollinate the seeds of despair; toyed with men, to satiate their Seven Deadly Sins.
Some people never find love at all, count yourself blessed if it ever happens your way.
Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow’s end or a camera with a failing lens.
Either way, you are in charge. Jealousy works against you. It takes control away from you, hands it over to the opposition. Maintain control.
Grandma once told me it’s easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.
Innocence eroded into nightmare. All because of very bad touch. Love, corrupted.
Life was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while.
Have you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up tight struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words? Have you ever had so many thoughts churning inside you that you didn’t dare let them escape in case they blew you wide open? Have you ever been so angry that you couldn’t look in the mirror for fear of finding the face of evil glaring back at you?
God is love,” she said. “And he respects love, whether it’s between a parents, and child, a man and woman, or friends. I don’t think he cares about religion one little bit. Live your life right. Love with all your heart. Don’t hurt others, and help those in need. That is all you need to know. And don’t worry about heaven. If it exists, you’ll be welcome.
I only have have one question, scraping the inside of me. Answer it, and I will stumble back into her shadow, shut my mouth, never ask again. I’ve tried to ignore it, but it won’t go away. It haunts my dreams, chases me through every single day, and I don’t have the strength to turn around, face it down. So please tell me and I swear I’ll never ask again. It’s in your power to make it go away, and all you have to do is tell me why you love her more.
Everyone’s afraid of everybody else... maybe because we’re all afraid of ourselves.
I don’t think God has a gender. I don’t think God hates gays or Democrats, and I don’t think you have to be Born Again to find your way to Heaven. I believe God expects us to care for one another, even those who are different. God wants us to be good stewards of this planet, and that means not wasting or violating its resources. Most of all, it means not blowing it up. Especially not in God’s name.
I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air. I considered the streets beyond, bleak as the bleached bones of wilderness scaffolding my heart. Just a stone’s throw away.
As the old saying goes, “sometimes loving someone means letting them go.
But death doesn’t scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort. Because to tell the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape.
I need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty – flowers, seashells, dragonflies – have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.