In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.

ripped at every edge but your a masterpiece

"the smoke from your coffee looks just like you." discontinued

"Because I am not the type of 
person someone falls in love with."

"You know, everybody sees the world in a completely different way. Some people look at blue skies where everything is fine and undisturbed, others look at grey ones, where clouds threaten their very existence and dampen their day." he said. "And how are your skies?" I asked. "Well," he chuckled, pushing a lose strand of hair behind my ear, "I collect skies."

cover: par l'auteur started: june 20th 6:26pm ended: july 10th 2:22pm everyone has a story, and every story has an ending. rank: #251 in short story june 28, 2015

"drinking cough syrup when you didn't have a cough was ironic, because in reality, you were sicker than you thought." a book of poetry, phrases, paeans, and prose that seem to capture the essence of what life has shown me. [you b r o k e me, life. but now I am indestructible] [my words are all I have. please do not take them from me. ©]

"he's colder than ice but god, he lights up a fire in my chest." a collection of sad words about numb skin and cold hearts

"without you my air tastes like nothing. For you, I hold my breath." a collection of the things i felt about you and what i felt after you left.

head-banging and face-palming and poetry.