My eyes shine, a shine caused by silent tears. My body freezes at the thought of what the absence of a pulse in my battered heart would have felt like. It's the only sensation I'd ever wish to experience in all the times I've been under that blind gaze, a gaze that longed to embrace me with its » Continue Reading
Happy 6 months, dear solitude. Sometimes I try to remember, something I do often, faced with the silent memory of your brown eyes against my blushing, foolishly rouged cheeks. I still remember how you looked at other people's stained lips while my lips looked at yours with silent hunger . » Continue Reading
It disgusts me to remember the times when my body was stained, as if it was painted by other colors. I wished they would get away from me... I didn't like their words, their hands hit my mind, I felt a pain that was not mutual. My tears were silent, my words inaudible, becoming part of the air that was poisoned with what was foreign. My eyes rolled back, my current mind thinking with fear and hars... » Continue Reading
My heart pumps and pumps blood... But, it doesn't mean I'm alive. My damn blood stained with drugs and alcohol, I feel like I'm a damn intoxicating bomb. My eyes don't see reality, they see the reality that my hallucinations created before me. I can't believe how easy my world is, how easy I am as a person. » Continue Reading