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

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.

Selfish Love

A relationship extended beyond its expiration date because they lacked the courage to leave, to walk away from that which was unfulfilling. Compromising contentment and peace for convenience and familiarity, because they invested so much time. Never mind the instability, the pain inflicted upon one another. What was thought to be “love,” was only selfishness….

NYC Summer

Inescapable heat intensified by concrete and steel. Throngs of people crowd the streets, dirt envelops all surfaces, the scent of rancid garbage permeates the air. Despite it all, the rain is beautiful on a steamy day; the petrichor feeds my soul and relief has washed over my body.    Pic taken by me at The…

The Conditions Weren’t Right

I watched it die Once a big bountiful plant, it soon shrank in size Flowers ceased to blossom from its petals I couldn’t cultivate new ones I tried my hardest – I watered it when dry, yet not enough light I placed it in the sun With light too direct, the leaves burned Given the…