"Puddles and Ponds" 8/17/18 10:45pm Salty water has never fallen so fast, creating puddles into ponds. Her smile breaks to a frown, she wonders, "Where'd it go wrong?" He spoke the words she didn't think he'd speak so soon. Time stops, her breath drops, her heart flatlines. Those glorious ponds turn into an ocean. No more land to walk on, only to swim in. How salty this water is, is shriveling her inside and out. Oh, how much she can't wait to bring that lovely smile she once had, the one she didn't need to show in a while. She dives in head first, hits a rock and knocks out unconscious. Regains, remembers...restarts T'was that special thing we have nowadays. Something people nowadays "can't live without". No, not a beating heart, No, not a living person, But a charged cellphone. It makes sense, y'know? Cuz of the distance? And then my situation? It makes sense. I'd understand...Kind of. The clouds move carelessly, letting the Sun breathe upon us once again. The ocean is evaporating immensely, ponds are decreasing, puddles are becoming wetless. But the weather's forecast said, "We'll be back later tonight To keep you updated over the weather that'll be back as well" ~WIGBM
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August 17, 2018 11:59am EDT
Maybe I have fallen numb to the chirping of the birds early mornings, since I do not remember the last time they annoyed me. Rather they caused such a heavy weight to fall upon my heart, reminding me that I returned to consciousness, and was stolen from the illusion that consisted of dreams I wished my life reflected. Even the rays from the sunlight passing by the curtains and exploring my room, did not brighten my gaze, instead a long sigh escaped my mouth. I was alive. I was alive, one would say with excitement. Or rather, I am alive, correct? However, the feeling of being alive, I don't remember it, nor have I felt it in long years.
I just want you to know what you did wrong and apologise wholeheartedly. I'll forgive you. I know i'll forgive you even if you apologise without knowing what you did wrong. But you can't just say it for show. If you don't get it, history will repeat itself. I hate it when you reach out to me. If you're not sorry then what's the point. I had a long morning that day. I was happy to see you after a long day. Why'd you have to go and make me the bad guy? Now I purposely hang back later, avoid your gaze, your questions. Why are you curious all of a sudden? I don't want to pick a fight, but everytime you ask why i'm mad, it's like you're trying it. I told you what you did wrong, you brush it off. I told you it wouldn't be the same after, so why are you doing this? I've never seen you cry this much, but i've never cared any less. I think time will fix this. I'll speak to you again soon, it won't be awkward for you anymore. But for now...for now that's a distant dystopia.
the memory of making love and they moan and cry all loud but it comes through the window like a whistle or a whisper under the bed and little children think it's a monster i'm soaked in my own blood when i die where i'll be declared brain dead and heart dead in the vatican .
I haven’t been on here in months. I’ve never posted from this account. Thought ignoring you would help us both move on and sometimes I feel that I have. The times when you’re heavy on my mind I try to block out. I try to accept that there just good memories now. Sometimes I feel that your the only one that understands me to my soul. I think I still believe your my soul mate? In the last few nights I’ve dreamed about you twice. Just you. I try to remember all your facial features. Your laugh. Your smell. How you run your fingers through your hair making it part more to one side. I always wake up worried that I’m saying your name in my sleep. Shocked that your in my dream that I’m asking if its really you. I’ve had some coworkers bring you up its nice to hear what you’re up too. Though I wish I knew for myself. Seeing you happy and smiling in all your photos I try to tell myself that they could be lies but I don’t think they are. I think you really are happy and for that I cant be addicted to you no more because you’ve moved on. You’re no longer addicted to me.