I recognize that life is great at doing one thing in particular - illustrating possibility. I will gladly go through life blindly searching for that unthinkable possibility. I will give chase to my motion picture love if it means that we only meet once nightly in my deepest slumber. I've been raised on the notion that human potential is only limited by human imagination. I am aware that what's...

Am I losing control? Or am I just losing my soul?As I listen to the lyrics of one of our favorite songs, his face appears behind my eyes, as though he's sung those very lyrics that reverberate into my soul. Composure; cool, calm, and collected. It was all that I'd seen every time we had intervened worlds, standing before each other face to face. You were bubbly in nature, laughing the night away...

Today the list of mean things I’ve done has heavily outweighed the good things I’ve done. For the past couple of weeks, I’ve kept a tally of my deeds and misdeeds. When I do something, when I get the chance, I write it on a piece of paper and then throw it into a jar. There are two jars – one for the good things and one for the not so good things. So far the good jar is the one filled the...

Throughout the year, I believe these to be the most predominant things that I learned. Big or small, these are the things that have made the largest impact on who I've become.1) I learned that "sorry" is a 5 letter word with a million definitions. You could feel bad about something and say it mean to apologize or you could just say it out of instinct and it mean nothing. Well, its a word that I'm...

I saw someone on the bus today. He has an uncanny resemblance to you. He sat just a seat in front of me. For the entire thirty-minutes ride ever since I’ve noticed him, I couldn’t get my eyes off him, even though what I could catch a glimpse of was only his back. His shoulders were like yours, skinny but somehow, broad. His hair had a tinge of brown, seemingly soft and supple like yours; not...

I'm really tired of hearing your victim song. You never sacrificed anything for me. I never asked you to. I gave myself to you in every way. I would have done anything for you. All you are worried about is what other people think of you. Why didn't you ever care what I thought of you? Just so you know, I think your beautiful, intelligent, interesting, and loving.You embarrassed me, humiliated me,...

Society these days; we're a love culture. We sigh with happiness when witnessing lovers who barely know each other connect as powerfully as lightening striking the Earth. Romantic as we are, we're a little daft as well. Making a commitment based on hormone-addled logic is a recipe for disappointment, if not disaster. We shouldn't be misled by fleeting moments of bliss. Love is not all you need,...

I'd kept all your words locked up inside my head, and I'd think about the things you used to say to me every time I felt like giving up on you. So a few nights ago, I ripped you from my memory, shredded those words you never really meant. And when I woke up, I felt like I'd walked into a whole new world, where that person didn't exist anymore. It was as if I'd wasted those months with a stranger,...

Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a person needs to believe in most. That human nature is generally good, and that courage and ambition mean everything, and money and power mean next to nothing. I believe we place our happiness in our own hands, and that unsiezed days are a waste of a perfectly good lifetime. I believe that I'm loved even when I'm completely alone....

I met a boy who looks completely lost. He has gorgeous hazel eyes, but not in a 'conventional' way; they aren't deep or soulful. They're playful and wonderous; they twinkle when he smiles. That's never happened to me before. He can make me laugh, he makes me want to laugh. He knows exactly who I am. It's so liberating, it's almost formidable.I'm still terrified.Everything feels so right, but my...

Lately, it seems that time has stopped all together; literally halted in its tracks.And even if it hasn't stopped all together, it's continuing at a pace much slower than it was intended. The days feel like weeks and the weeks feel like years. I can't go on, this can't continue. Every second replays itself in my mind in the most vicious sort of cycle. I've experienced the same things, the same...

You're nowhere near as wonderful as I made you out to be, and you're nowhere near as worthy as you pretend you are. Your facade is rock solid and has fooled millions. I don't know how you do it; pretend to be something you're not, but it goes on. I can't sleep, I can't breathe. If only they knew what goes on behind closed doors. My sorrow and never-ending contempt are your weapons, building you...

My head was never quiet. Quiet is an in-between point, implying a balance of noise and silence. But regardless of what weapons you'll try and use to effect this silence, words will always retain their power. Words are the means to meaning, and for some, the annunciation of truth. And where you once had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have a censor; a system of...

"The best thing in life to hold onto is each other." What lovely advice, isn't it? Well, it's certainly not very practical. You made me think that what we had would never end. But hey, that's what we do as humans. We leap off cliffs and hope to god that we can fly. I spent days, weeks, and months wondering what the hell I did wrong to make you do that to me. You made me think this was all my...

Congratulations to the religious and anti-gay assholes that have to keep marriage sacred and in the name of their "lord", and not love.Honestly, what are we becoming? Passing bills and laws that are meant to protect and expand our rights, are now only diminishing us. Not only as a society and a government, but as human beings as well. This decision not only condones, but literally constitutes...

I'm looking back on my previous entries, and I can't help but send myself into little fits of laughter. I'm such a walking contradiction these days. There's amusement hidden beneath my contempt. I used to look upon love and chuckle slightly at the people who involve themselves in these relationships that are doomed from the beginning. Over before they ever began. I thought love was something to be...

I think the fact that I don't spend much time here anymore reflects a shift in my state of mind over the past few months. I've realized that the problems I'm facing may actually have solutions. I've been thinking more and more that this is exactly where I belong, but that we're meant, designed, and programmed to always want and need the impossible.I want my face to be infallibly carved with laugh...

I don't understand why people fall in love with someone who doesn't feel the same way. Or even worse, why people continue to love someone who's moving on with their life, and leaving you behind in a trail of memories. Is this nature's way of torturing us? By rubbing it in our faces that we were the ones stupid enough to allow these feelings to inhabit us? It's nothing more than a figurative slap...

I'd kept all your words locked up inside my head, just to think about them every now and then when I felt like giving up on you. But a few nights ago, I ripped you from my memory, repealed you from my subconscious, shredded those words you never really meant.And when I woke up, I felt like I'd walked into a whole new world; one where that person didn't really exist anymore. It was as if I'd wasted...