There's times when words hit you harder than gravity. Every syllable strikes you so effortlessly between your eyes and every single vowel punches you straight in the face. But those consonants... They can just tear straight through your damn flesh...
Silhouette
There's people I'll always remember and there's people I'd rather forget... But in my mind you're borderline... Just a blurry silhouette.
Crickets
There were summer nights where it was only you and me... Listening to the crickets and one another breathe...
1/4 Life Crisis
So… I haven’t just written and vented for awhile.
Lately it’s been hitting me more and more that I need to make a decision with my life.
The decision being “kids”.
I keep questioning my purpose in the world. Am I really meant to procreate?
Or is being childless best for my mental and physical health?
Basically I’m having a fucking quarter-life crisis on the daily at this point and I’m terrified.
One part of me loves this independent, free, and mildly careless life. I mean shit… I’m free to travel, work, and enjoy life without any real commitments (And I kind of like that.)
Another part of me is craving some sort of purpose… some sort of mark to be left on this planet… a reason to be alive…
I guess right now I’m just hopeful that time/fate decides it for me (Because I apparently can’t decide 100% either way and it pisses me off).
If anyone gets to this point of the post… thank you for being here to read my thoughts. 🙂
Cunning
You flatter with half-truths and manipulate with lies... Only to get yourself between some sad girl's thighs...
Empty
As you left
I laid my head
upon the dock...
Then I smothered out
my cigarette...
On your empty bottle top...
$5.99
Heaved
At this point I know
that the silence I've received...
Hits me so much harder...
Than any words
you've ever heaved.
-1°F
One
One thousand miles still separate you from me. And one year later I know this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
AO Poetry 
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