The Haze

It was thick and opaque like fog rolling in overnight. A silent killer, eating me away inside; I didn’t even realize – My heart was hardening. Mind always racing, pacing, thinking. A paralyzing anxiety. Advertisements

To be like water

I’m afraid that my own self-doubts will get in the way of fully achieving what I want. So I need to be fluid, like water. Pic taken by me at Prospect Park, Brooklyn.

Daily Prompt: Broken, A Battle of Dysfunction

I speak the language of pain, of neglect longing to be accepted and loved. Fighting this battle has become a pastime of mine, Engaging in scenarios that trigger my fears, anxieties, insecurities. Throwing myself into the mix with dysfunctional characters who can’t get past their silly egos; their fragile self perceptions. But you know, maybe…

Transient

Life and death, everything is so transient.   Pic taken by me in Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn NY

Daily Prompt: Ceremony

A title can never dictate how the heart feels. Nor does it define a relationship. It can’t rationalize the bullshit swept under the rug. Titles, formalities, ceremonies –  seemingly emphasized more than the quality of the relationship. What happens when the ceremony that’s supposed to usher you into a life of partnered stability, protection, and…

Observation

There’s something about the way you observe people, you notice the little things; it intrigues me.   Pic taken by me, Prospect Park  

Reckless

Though I’ve been reckless and selfish, our memories are engrained in my mind. Your tender words have been inscribed on my heart; Perhaps they were lies, Perhaps it was the truth that you were too afraid to accept; I hope it’s the latter, no matter how dangerous that may be.   Picture taken by me, NYC.

Foggy Mind

Shrouded in darkness, the overbearing weight of negativity Creeping in like the fog that rolls in overnight A silent killer, eating at me from the inside. In no time, I got lost in the dense, opaqueness All the thoughts in my mind, obfuscated.

More Than a Feeling

Feeling lost again. Seems to be more than just a feeling, more like a lifestyle.   Pic taken by me on Fulton Street by South Street Seaport, NYC.

Do Not Enter

Bombarded by negative thoughts, a war zone inside my head. Bombs go off, stand tall like a soldier, I want to fall down and cry.

Contrast

It’s like, old money versus new money.    

Warning

Beware of unclear boundaries and unspoken expectations. Pic shot by me in Financial District, NYC.