#15

Relaxing...

#14

Life will never settle itself, supposing a direction and letting it be. What is there to want but I cannot have? Just her.

#13

This girl, wearing a white dress, has demanded my attention, suddenly...

#11

I see my death unfolding,
My killer, without remorse,
His eyes, holding mine without purpose,
His ears, they observe my stupid silence,
His words, focused beyond
The situation at hand.
He will kill without reason,
For his mind is far from mine...
My love, my children, safe and away,
How it is I passed with your memories
Allowing me peace, sorrow, and desire.

#10

There is a residual calm, coming over oneself when they have achieved the unethical, not necessarily the "impossible". To do something you never thought possible is, surely, the foundation of things impossible, but to do something you never thought you were capable of is to address the ethics behind it all. I have never figured myself to be one to love without reason, without meaning, but what do words and poetic promises carry when there is nothing to see or hold? One can only last so long without being able to embrace what they long for, and unfortunately, they can never last long enough. God ensures that we understand what we love or hate before ripping us from either, though we may not be able to directly associate these at the time. Our opinions are often formed from the inside looking out, when we are least capable of making them....life is not poetry, no, but our reactions to what we encounter in life surely are...

#9

What does it mean to understand? To accept what life is, for what it will not be? Desire ruins the progress of a man, the motives of an individual. I refuse to hope for, to strive, to compromise with the obstacles placed before me. I came to understand there is no one worthy of my trust, and this is the meaning I have been searching for my entire life.

#8

Clearly she is confused. Her poetry was once epic, without reason, and her motions flawless, for sake of purpose. The garden flourished at our backs as we discussed romantic notions and destiny. Her presence is centered, as it once was, though upon notions I was never able to understand. My thoughts were concerned for nothing but a ring, which she promptly returned. I lost something far greater than purpose that night...

#7

Exhausted

Moments of peace.

#6

There is just one effect, one reason, for which I cannot hold ground, cannot be centered upon myself. She does not ask for secrets, and she questions my intent. Day after day, we forge ahead against a cruel and careless world, a world of wonder and question. She ought to know I believe in her, my love is nowhere else.