Flooded Waters

It was too easy; the lies rolled off your tongue like flooded waters. Something once peaceful and refreshing now a messy nuisance. The water expands, the salt corrodes, everything is damaged in its wake. Advertisements

Gratitude

Thank you for being you, for unknowingly being a muse, for cracking through my somewhat tough exterior. Thank you for believing in me, for encouraging me to be more active about things I was passive about. I’m still a work in progress, sometimes I fall off, but I think about what you’d say to me…

A Summer Storm

An ombré of yellow into grey, lightning bolts pierce the sky. Flashes of light, heavy water droplets thrown from the heavens, clouds clash and the grounds rumble. It’s a summer storm, one of the best kinds.   Pic taken by me, Brooklyn New York

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.

Transient

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

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.

The Burden

Leave when there’s nothing left to lose. Eventually, you’ll lose your sanity. The weight of the lies and manipulation, burdens your conscious like heavy snowfall on tree branches.

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.