October102013
Days like this, the contempt is hard to swallow, it corrodes my ribs from the inside out and burns to the surface of my pores like a cancer,  my vices gnawing me alive, devouring the insignificant shreds of my goodness. Days like this, the reflection of myself is too distressing to look in the eyes, for my bitter soul stares back mercilessly like a gaping black hole of despair. My breaths pierce my flesh like icy winds cutting through the air, my insides are rotten, today.

Days like this, the contempt is hard to swallow, it corrodes my ribs from the inside out and burns to the surface of my pores like a cancer, my vices gnawing me alive, devouring the insignificant shreds of my goodness. Days like this, the reflection of myself is too distressing to look in the eyes, for my bitter soul stares back mercilessly like a gaping black hole of despair. My breaths pierce my flesh like icy winds cutting through the air, my insides are rotten, today.

October82013
The depth of the sea ensues a fear I cannot evade, owing to the tide that sets us asunder. The waves, they rage against the land coughing back my kisses in a bottle to the shell encrusted shores. Shores where we both once buried our toes in the sand and welcomed the salted mist that now offers me resentment.My only hope is that the seabed beneath my bare feet will sense my sorrow spanning across the seven oceans and the tide will cease to fill my lungs.I can only dream that the water will cease to enslave my body in shackles traversing thousands of miles and carry me to the other side.

The depth of the sea ensues a fear I cannot evade, owing to the tide that sets us asunder. The waves, they rage against the land coughing back my kisses in a bottle to the shell encrusted shores. Shores where we both once buried our toes in the sand and welcomed the salted mist that now offers me resentment.
My only hope is that the seabed beneath my bare feet will sense my sorrow spanning across the seven oceans and the tide will cease to fill my lungs.
I can only dream that the water will cease to enslave my body in shackles traversing thousands of miles and carry me to the other side.

October42013
Between my palms I have folded notes of self hatred like origami birds kept from lovers of the past. 
Every time my hands touch the pureness of your skin they leave me with paper cuts to remind me how dim I am compared to your the bright of your eyes.
In my lungs rests grains of melancholy that have followed me all of my life, and every time I inhale they scrape along the walls of my soul reminding me that I am far from magnificent.
Beneath my skin writhes a struggle with my own mind, demons stripping me of my conscience in forms of water droplets until I am a barren desert of solitude. 
And in my heart bides an ethereal essence, every moment I’m not dead it is giving me joy in my veins.
Every day I’m not dead inside is a blessing I can thank you for, my love.

Between my palms I have folded notes of self hatred like origami birds kept from lovers of the past. 
Every time my hands touch the pureness of your skin they leave me with paper cuts to remind me how dim I am compared to your the bright of your eyes.
In my lungs rests grains of melancholy that have followed me all of my life, and every time I inhale they scrape along the walls of my soul reminding me that I am far from magnificent.
Beneath my skin writhes a struggle with my own mind, demons stripping me of my conscience in forms of water droplets until I am a barren desert of solitude. 
And in my heart bides an ethereal essence, every moment I’m not dead it is giving me joy in my veins.
Every day I’m not dead inside is a blessing I can thank you for, my love.

October32013
My bones are heavy with the weight of your last kiss.
And the tears which saw that airport security.
And the breath I thought would be my last when your face drowned in the crowd.
The essence of me drained from my soul into my soles… Through to the arrow marked floor where countless goodbyes had stood and abounding hearts had broken. 
The gravity beneath me dissipated like fine dust seeping through the gaps in my fingers.
Hard as my endeavours were, words  appeared impossible to utter, the trembling of my lips hindered me from whispering the word I desired to be farthest away from. 
Far like you were bound to be.
The Atlantic current whisking you away to another hemisphere. 
My heart is heavy with the weight of your last glance. 
Goodbye is not a word I can willingly give to you.

My bones are heavy with the weight of your last kiss.
And the tears which saw that airport security.
And the breath I thought would be my last when your face drowned in the crowd.
The essence of me drained from my soul into my soles… Through to the arrow marked floor where countless goodbyes had stood and abounding hearts had broken.
The gravity beneath me dissipated like fine dust seeping through the gaps in my fingers.
Hard as my endeavours were, words appeared impossible to utter, the trembling of my lips hindered me from whispering the word I desired to be farthest away from.
Far like you were bound to be.
The Atlantic current whisking you away to another hemisphere.
My heart is heavy with the weight of your last glance.
Goodbye is not a word I can willingly give to you.

October12013
The sidewalks have been desolate since your footprints no longer tread lightly on the cracks. Autumn leaves may fall gracefully golden, but the birds of October sing blue. And the early morning dew may give life to the trees, but a sunset isn’t half beautiful without you. And in the mess of longing for your grace, my soul struggles to remain noble.But to my affliction, there prevails a transcending truth.To love is a valiant act, because one stands to lose it all, yet through loving you, I have gained everything.

The sidewalks have been desolate since your footprints no longer tread lightly on the cracks. Autumn leaves may fall gracefully golden, but the birds of October sing blue. And the early morning dew may give life to the trees, but a sunset isn’t half beautiful without you. And in the mess of longing for your grace, my soul struggles to remain noble.
But to my affliction, there prevails a transcending truth.
To love is a valiant act, because one stands to lose it all, yet through loving you, I have gained everything.

1AM
Today marks one month remaining for my feet to leave this land, this soil that has sustained my existence for 21 years. I bid these shores adieu once more to embark on steel flight, 30,000 feet in the air. Miles away from the safety of solid ground, of the only home I imagined to inhabit… For my heart beckons to a new tide, a distinct horizon, and a passion unsurpassable. Undeniably, it is love that summons my spirit to abandon my motherland. It is by demand of the universe and its fate that I pursue this clarity imperatively. And there has never dwelled a sole doubt in my heart that the stars may be fallacious, by virtue of the electricity surging through my veins when I set foot in that airport and your eyes are waiting to meet my own.

Today marks one month remaining for my feet to leave this land, this soil that has sustained my existence for 21 years. I bid these shores adieu once more to embark on steel flight, 30,000 feet in the air. Miles away from the safety of solid ground, of the only home I imagined to inhabit… For my heart beckons to a new tide, a distinct horizon, and a passion unsurpassable. Undeniably, it is love that summons my spirit to abandon my motherland. It is by demand of the universe and its fate that I pursue this clarity imperatively. And there has never dwelled a sole doubt in my heart that the stars may be fallacious, by virtue of the electricity surging through my veins when I set foot in that airport and your eyes are waiting to meet my own.

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