Don’t let self-doubts get in the way of fully achieving your desires. Be fluid, like water. Pic taken by me at Prospect Park, Brooklyn. Advertisements
She speaks the language of pain, of neglect longing to be accepted and loved. Fighting this battle has become a pastime, Engaging in scenarios that trigger fears, anxieties, insecurities. Throwing herself into the mix with dysfunctional characters who can’t get past their silly egos; their fragile self-perceptions. But you know, maybe it’s her, Maybe it’s…
Life and death, everything is so transient. Pic taken by me in Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn NY
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…
There’s something about the way you observe people, you notice the little things; it intrigues me. Pic taken by me, Prospect Park
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.
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.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, that’s what he was. Every now and then you questioned his sincerity, claiming to be soft and tender like the sheep, yet he stepped on you with paws, paws that encased talons which ripped your heart to shreds. When aggravated or displeased, he gnarled like an angry wolf, ready to…
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.
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.
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.
It’s like, old money versus new money.