Summer’s End

The Conclusion

Surfacing in the sky – breaking forth from the ocean blue. A gleam in your eye. The setting sun. The light of the midnight moon and all its stars collected within a single stone.

Occurrences

Someone asked me how I do it. How do I expose myself? How am I able to just let the raw emotion spill upon the page – or in this case, the screen. There’s no secret to it. Just type. Close off your mind to your inhibitions. Worry about the consequences at some later date. Just ignore everything you hate about yourself. Don’t allow society to influence your censorship. Hold on tight. Close your eyes. Leap off the edge. Crash into the passages. Eliminate yourself.

But for the grace of love (Ghosts)

I haven’t seen or heard from you in ages. It’s a little depressing how we can go from knowing each other like a second science to not recognizing each other on the streets. The perfect stranger to each other, hindering each other’s growth as an adult.

The other day, I decided to journey through Facebook. It’s not a habit of mine. I don’t search the Internet for people from my past. Most of the time, I just write them off as dead. Fallen off the face of the planet. It’s not like being finding and re-inviting them into my life will complete me. There’s no way to ever regain all that we lost in the passing years.

And when I came across her name on my screen, I froze. Here was the girl who was the basis of all my early relationships. I allowed us to grow apart. To lose that symbiotic bond we had. And I repeated history again with another friend.

Rewriting History

We cannot find ourselves in this mess. I’m sure you heard this before. I’m pulling while you’re pushing. Or I’m pushing. I’m lost inside this. And when I break through and see you standing there, I’ll know it was worth the effort.

The End is the Beginning is the End

Who am I to need you when I’m down?

I’m not going to lie. It scares me to death. Something so small to mean so much. So much promise in it. So many dreams unseen. And with a deep breath, I stand upon the ledge and make that leap into the unknown. Because isn’t that what life is supposed to be?

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