Posted by: writeherheart on: December 10, 2009
a sentence was my remedy today.
i have always loved how much words are capable of.
i guess i didnt realize until i realized they inspired me.
and i couldnt be thankful enough for such realization.
Posted by: writeherheart on: November 26, 2009
I just wish for one more time.
If they say seeing is believing, id rather go blind and continue not beleiving.
I still anticipate the sound of his voice that genuinely always brought a smile to my face.
I still anticipate getting to see him again instead of recalling the last time.
I wait for the things i have to make myself understand i will not get to see, hear or feel from him again.
I cant possibly ever forget the love for the person who created me.
4 years ago today, my dad arrived in heaven.
Every year, i mourn and wait.
Of all things I know to be true, I know him and I will meet in heaven again one day and our hearts shall re-piece together.
Posted by: writeherheart on: November 20, 2009
its not crazy.
its two people drawn to eachother.
its kinetic energy.
its friendship.
Posted by: writeherheart on: November 17, 2009
People are going to speak truth.
We’ll realize its truth.
But then forget we ever heard it.
Posted by: writeherheart on: November 12, 2009
its with the lift of every pin that seems like an attempt of clarity.
an attempt, attempts only attempted.
i see all these pins, not only did they hold up what they did but they tried to hold me above at the same time.
if pins could hold our hearts, id make sure mine was both filled and outlined, every pin glued to its infinance.
pictures held me up, or it seems as though with a glance that was what they did.
it was in those moments that the smiles and expressions were always what i thought defined the feeling of complete happiness.
it was unfortunate that drawing myself out of them, changed things.
i frame my favorite, and guide my eyes there for the reason that all it takes is an instant.
it was all temporary.
my hearts understanding, is that you remain permanent.
this corkboard draws a blank.
but my heart doesnt.
i doubt it ever will.
