recessional [one shot]

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     This is it: the moment of truth, no backing down. Petals from the flower you clutch in your hand hit the velvet carpet that covers the concrete, absently, without a mind of purpose. Laughter and cheerful voices ring hollow in the distance, but you cannot bring yourself to listen in. There is no turning back from here.

little things

You offer your hand out with such a kind smile. It’s hard not to trust you immediately. My Heart’s not something calloused; it’s easy to break and scar, so I hand it over tentatively.

You hold it so delicately that I know I made the right choice. But you don’t give enough nourishment for it to fully flourish, and that’s okay. I sit; I wait, and look up every time you give a smile my way. But it’s not for me. Not anymore.

You hold my Heart thinking it’ll help me; but you don’t see it for what it is. You think it’s friendship I’m offering, and you look at Her instead of me.

You say She’s ‘The One’, and my Heart lays dormant inside your pocket. It still pulses so desperately, wishing and hoping. Waiting for the day when you’ll hold it so lovingly again.

You’re happy, you smile at Her. Mine is bitter and worn, but I’m trying to be supportive. It hurts too much to look, when You becomes Two.

She likes you. You like Her. You say it borders on love, and my Heart begins to wilt from the lack of sustenance.

But, I still cling to the little things. Hoping, that one day, you’ll look at me once more - the way you used to - and smile.

It’s long since been buried under years of dust and lint; my heart, for which you’ve kept for so long, continues to wait.

sometimes strangers are kind

So, on my way home today, I was walking down a busy street, where a woman's car broke down. She had a line of people behind her blowing their horns and yelling, and when she got out and started crying, I realized what happened. I ran over to help her push, even though I was exhausted and half frozen thanks to the Ohio suburban tundra. 

I started pushing for her and moments later, THREE people pulled over to help. Together, we all got her car into a parking lot, where I let her use my phone to call her husband.The three other people were totally nice and willing to do whatever it took to help, not bothered by the interference it may place in their daily schedule. The woman was almost out of gas, in addition to her car problems, so a lady who had helped went to a gas station to get her a can of gas, and a dude gave the woman a jump to get her car started again.

This was the most heartwarming thing I've experienced in a good while. Never underestimate the kindness of strangers.

just a lie

my beauty is an illusion
that others cannot tell
i engage in shallow narcissism
an maintain a living hell

gotta start somewhere

So here we go! Write, edit, and launch. I'm not entirely sure why I've decided this was a good idea, perhaps it's because text is the only way for me to get out my thoughts. Sometimes it feels as though this is the only way I can get myself across; the only way I can get anywhere close to having another person understand me. We're all searching for that, after all - understanding. Having someone truly get what you're about, inside and out. Heh, that rhymed.

I'm not so great with verbal communication.

I'm getting better, though. I'm learning to express myself more and more everyday, but that doesn't make it any less hard. Being an introvert, flawlessly expressing thoughts and emotions isn't something I'm a natural at.

It's safe to say that I know myself well enough to understand and predict that this blog will be a variety. From my thoughts and views to my own creative writings. I'll post what I feel for that day, no matter what it may be.

The point is to get started. It doesn't matter what comes out, just make something. Anything. Create something using your own abilities and talents; something that exists because of you.

So, let's start.