phosphenes | poems, prose & quotes |

"Could we have been something more than just two incomplete hearts, if we weren't crafted in chaos? But, darlin', would we have met if it weren't for the chaos?"

Poetry, quotes, and prose.

I've always found comfort within words-not for what they were, but for what they weren't. The dimmed space between the long phrases of my favorite book, the hidden words of my most adored songs-that's my home.

And when you read a million words that offer a comfort you can't find in the material world, your heart begins to hear beyond them. You can't help it; your soul aches to scream out the words left unsaid. It aches to be expressed, to be seen, to be understood.

And that's where I stand.

It's hard for me to put my emotions into words, because I always feel like my feelings aren't worth the ink spilled for them. I don't know if it's my self-deprivation of things I never had or simply an inert state of life. But after a few hundred thoughts, one thing is certain: I'm craving something I never had. Something I need. Something I haven't yet discovered.

I know-or at least, I hope-I'm not alone in this. And maybe, writing it all out here will help me feel a little less lonely.

I appreciate you, and I thank you, for every single word of mine that you read. And if you relate to these broken words, glued together into sentences-then maybe I'm not just an utter blight on the globe.