They say ending a chapter is like putting a nail in a coffin. It's done, final, over. But what if the wood splinters and cracks in the process? The once definite and absolute finale now stands in disrepair. There's fragments hanging, pieces missing, and it's unsuitable to be laid to rest in peace. However, there's still a choice to be made... Do you try to fix all that has been broken and bury it at ease? Or do you just let the whole thing go down without a second glance?
Exhausted
If I'm being honest with myself, I'm tired. I'm tired of splitting up fights between the thoughts in my mind, and the redundancy of my habits that are anything but fine. I'm tired of living for the days I think are worth waiting, just to see them come and go as fast as I'm fading. I'm tired of the facade that I'm feeling okay, when inside my strength has begun to decay. I'm tired of the cycling through the lies in my head, and the words I have spoken that I wish were never said. But now I've lied once more and said that I'm just tired... When exhausted was the word I should've used when this started.
Regret
Regret hangs like a cloud above me. It overtakes me with nausea as it opens up to expel sour and sickening drops of doom into my pores. It racks my body with waves of heat, forceful and deafening, as it clings and holds and follows... Only parting from me the moment I'm brave enough to face it.
Chicago Alley 2
Chicago Alley
Vacant
Chicago Streets B&W
Fire
When he touched her, her veins became fire... And everything else simply melted away. In that moment, there was only desire... And her mind begging for his hands to stay.
Daisies
Pasture
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