i guess you could call that some weird twisted version of closure.

but thanks for the good times.

I didn’t see you today, I waited on that park bench. The one with the perfect view of the pond with no fish in it, just a body of water filled with plants, but what beautiful flowers grow by the bank. I waited for hours that turned into days. And Now that I think of it I haven’t seen you in quite a while, except on the other side of crosswalks, with your fancy clothes and your fancy smelling perfume, chasing some dream like the wind. You’ve painted too many imaginary realities, and you are quite a talented artist because I can hardly tell the difference between what is fabricated and what is genuine. You know the truth but you don’t let it affect you, so it becomes some keychain making noise on your lanyard and you keep walking on the other side of the street.

(beat.)

You know, it’s taken a while for me to work up the courage to say this, but it hurts me to see you so distant. So far away from what you know. And I know you are heading back to that empty alley again, I know it, the one on 42^nd street, there isn’t anything there, but I’ve seen you there a couple times, and every time I find you standing there with the strangest expression on your face, like a child who has just discovered her gold fish belly up in the water. Devastated and confused. And no matter how many times you close your eyes and open them again the fish is still belly up and the alley way is still empty.

(beat.)

There is this Love, Love, Love with a capital L and it is breaking my heart and I can feel it breaking into yours. Not because it’s some sort of criminal taking something away, but because it is so abundant that it seeps in through the cracks of your hallow and hardened heart. Can you feel it? Something so much bigger than you and I, moving, flowing into us and out of us. And you wonder how does something so big find my soul and cradle it. You close your eyes and open them and there it is, a brand new fish, a great big ocean full of fish, fish so beautiful you couldn’t even dream them.

(beat.)

(beat.)

So if you get tired of the alleyway on 42^nd street, I’ll be waiting on the park bench, if you feel like stopping by.

legiit asked: Can we please be friends? You sound like an amazing person :D

of course we can! Thanks for the positive feedback, it’s always encouraging to know at least someone is reading the things that i write!

my spiritual gift:

“The gift of mercy is the capacity to feel and express unusual compassion and sympathy for those in difficult or crisis situations and provide them with the necessary help and support to see them through tough times. They have the ability to “walk in another’s shoes” and to feel the pain and burdens they carry. They desire to make a difference in the lives of hurting people without being judgmental”

my personality type:

“ENFP’s tend to internalize any problems and take them on their own shoulders, believing that the success or failure of the relationship is their own responsibility. As perfectionists, they don’t like to admit defeat, and will stick with bad situations long after they should have left. When they do leave the relationship, they will believe that the failure was their fault, and that there was surely something they could have done to save the relationship.”

i’m being torn apart by so many different emotions. all pent up inside of my chest and into my abdomen. I just want everything to be fixed and I want all your hurt to go away. This is heavy on me because I feel like I need to carry your burden so you don’t have to. 

Miss Vivien Leigh.

My brother and sister-in-law got me a German Harry Potter :]

To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, a device of my own making, in the hope that when things seem most dark, it will show him the light.

(Source: h0gwarts)

Badger dog don’t care.

Jackson likes to dig.

(Source: eetbreathelove)