Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Dark Words You Walk Down At Night

This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.

You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Ghost Factory

If you let your ghost kill me, then you'll have two ghosts.

And the two of us will kill whoever's next.

Then there'll be three ghosts.

And the three of us will kill a fourth.

Then there'll be more.

And if you let your ghosts kill the people around you, you will spend your life surrounded by ghosts.

Monday, September 17, 2012

The Ship Made Of Broken Parts Can Still Go Anywhere

You only fix the things you feel deserve to be fixed, as if you're a special kind of person who doesn't deserve to sort their own life out because of who they are. Like your brokenness is a symptom of being you.

"I can let that wait, I don't need to do this because I don't deserve to have it done. My life is always only ever incomplete."

And yet, no one deserves the full benefit of being you, more than you.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

The Past Keeps Going Away

After you're gone, people will forget your name, no matter how important it was, and your face, no matter how pretty it was, and what you said, no matter how clever any of it sounded.

The things you've done will crumble and fade and the places you once loved, will change and be given new names.

You are only here for one moment and it lasts exactly one lifetime.

Monday, September 10, 2012

The Child With The Invisible Head

And what still shocks me, is how often the thing that hurts you, looks like the thing that helps you.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

The Ships Pass As Swans

If you ever find yourself looking at the person next to you and wondering if you can do better, leave.

Because they can definitely do better than you.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Peace I Won When I Stopped Fighting

I'm sorry, but no gun can frighten me and no word can hurt me. No wave can knock me over and no rain can slow me. No night can tire me and no fire can burn me.

Because I have found the strength to do the things I believe in, and the will to stop doing the things I don't believe in.

So I have discovered what it means, to be at peace.

And you, my friend, will never find a big enough gun.

Monday, September 3, 2012

The Heart Can Not Be Discounted

If they put you back on the shelf, in exchange for someone else, don't worry.

Someone better's coming along.