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Alone at 2AM, a comfortable silence. Finishing the last chapter of your most current read. Cozying up in your favorite blanket. An owl hoos, hello Alone at 3AM is a horrible experience. Late night cup of tea, cold. Frost icing up the windows, ever so slightly. An empty chair fills the silence; suffocating, smothering Alone at 4AM is worse. The stairs creak on the way up. The shadows on the walls taunt. That other pillow sits there, lonely To fall asleep alone, cold and empty Tossing and turning never made so much noise until now. To lie awake, staring at the walls. Wondering to yourself "Why?" and "I miss you" To finally fall a

to be born a bird only to be left in a cage with a locked door to be placed in the middle of a room with soundproof walls to have my feathers plucked and my beak taped shut i had lost all hope even to cry to dream to stand who wants a broken bird flightless, songless ? i wasted away with no one to save me. - - and we're all just birds caught in a jar the sky, our lid

Fear.  I've forgotten what it means. I know at one point, I feared Death. But I don't really understand what it means anymore. What it meant. I don't fear Death anymore. Especially not after meeting him for a third time. He was so beautiful.  So fragile. I was already short of breath from my fall but he stole one more. Paper thin skin.  Soft black hair. Dark pools for eyes. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to be real. He was so gentle and soft. He picked me up from the floor and carried me away. He cradled me and rocked me in his arms like a child. He cared more for me in ten minutes than anyone ever had in my entire life. I

a cup of tea is like that boy you are trying to find. warm, just warm enough to turn you pink. steam tickling your face when you hold the mug up to your lips. palms feel like he just let go of your hand after walking you home. a lasting warmth that makes you long for more. you warm up from the inside out, spirits lifted, a smile teasing the corners of your mouth. you can't help but yearn for more. more warmth, more happiness, just more. - - but a cup of tea will never break your heart.

but sadness pools up in the very bottom of your stomach, weighing you down, like an anchor. sadness hides away in the shadows between your ribs, knots that dig into your skin. sadness is a pair of hands wrapped around your neck, tightening with every breath. sadness never leaves. sadness never goes away.

you forged the key to my birdcage heart. you unlocked it and let all the blackbirds fly away. at first, they were hesitant, eying the open door. but one by one, they hopped out and left; flapping their wings in joy, flying in circles before                                                                    &

to hike up the mountain           in a string bikini . . . what the hell is wrong with you           ?

I was standing on a crack in the side walk. It zigged and zagged and weeds were peeking out. The sun shone on my legs, my shadow danced behind me. March thought it would be funny to glue my shoes to the ground. Or was it April? Maybe it was May. I tried to take a step because he said 'step on a crack and break your momma's back' My feet wouldn't budge. Damn April. I bent my knees and reached for my shoelaces. Untie the left. Untie the right. I stepped out of my shoes, wiggled my toes. I stared at the crack. It stared straight back. I thought arms were coming out to grab me. Your arms to be exact - I could see your hands p

i was too busy staring at a cloud above my head. it was twisting and twirling and spinning and writhing. a bird traced the whimsical edges with its sharp black wings. i looked away for no more than two seconds and the cloud was gone. but why? didn't it know i wasn't in the mood for hide-n-seek? i locked my front door and didn't look back. a different cloud hovered inches above my head this time. it was filled with words, phrases, sounds, nonsense. did my brain forget that i forgot how to speak years ago? i forgot how to write to make you feel or not to feel. i forgot what words had to do with anything. the trees groaned and twi

It's hard to fall in love when half the month is stark white and the other is barely sunny.   It's hard to fall in love when it looks like it'll start pouring on you.   It's hard to fall in love when Mother Nature's mad at the world.   It's hard to fall in love when they don't love you back.   It's hard to fall in love when no one looks at you.   It's hard to fall in love when-- It's hard to fall in love... It's hard to fall It's hard to-- It's hard.