I woke up empty, like I had nothing.

Do you ever look up from reading a book and get disoriented because you're actually in your bedroom or class or somewhere that isn't the story.

You have a beautiful mind and thank-you for sharing it with me.

When does prayer start to feel like a monologue?

When I was in the 6th grade,
I wrote a suicide note.

It was the first time I believed someone loved my writing.

Love is an illusion of happiness created by the mind to trick the heart into thinking it has what it truly desires.

The trick of attraction, is that it doesnt make any sense.

I knew I was in trouble when I realized all of my dreams were either about dying or kissing you.

With the residue from the lovers kiss still on my lips,
The comfort from his hug still on my chest,
Today seems like a great day to commit suicide.

Torn between the beauty of my memories and the pain of remembering them.