Nothing is permanent. — Why can’t we have a normal conversation? I’m not even talking about the ones over dinner, or those quick catch-up about what pissed me off the most from today’s lessons as you pick me up from school. I’m talking about those awkward exchange with pauses here and there and starts…

Counting days, minutes, and seconds. — “Hey it’s getting quite late, shouldn’t you go home?” he asked. I went silent for a while. It’s hard to maintain my composure when the thought of home seems so bizarre. I could only imagine what would happen. He’d drove me home and we’d have the funniest, most exciting conversation…

Two sides to the coin. — Him. It’s how the air is tonight, I bet. You’re looking straight at me, but all I feel is your gaze piercing through. Your mind is elsewhere but your body is ever-present. I asked a tedious question and gave a couple knock-knock jokes just to ease the tension, but they made…

You’ve been through so much, and you will try again. — For awhile it felt divine Love would come pouring, everyone intwined I had love within my reach, I had love all around Never in a million years I’d thought I’d hit the ground Then nothing ever feels right Everything out of place, dreams out of sight Everyone feels far though they’re one…

Write away for good — Give them nothing to talk about and they won’t. Give them nothing to feel about and they won’t latch on. Give them nothing and expect no good, but certainly nothing bad. Just nothingness, where silence, momentary stillness, even loneliness bursts into one. You learned this the hard way, but you don’t…

We’ll try again tomorrow. — You gave love more chances than it needed. You forgive, forget, but never truly recovered. You remember how different each pain felt — hell you even tattooed the feeling on the back of your head so you’d learn. …

I could’ve stopped you as you left. But I chose not to. — I miss you, friend. I stare at a picture of us as I write this. The one we took at the arcade. You’re still here; somewhere in this world — hopefully okay. The world is awfully dull and lifeless without your presence, as if every bit of the sun’s happiest…

To help you detach, let go, and come home. — Remember how you felt last year? How unwanted, unimportant, and lonely you felt. Think about the moments and the minutes you went through without consciousness — a monotonous machine chained to its desk countless hours a day. Think about how you were wasting away the feeling of being 21. How…

see you soon. — I never really forgot the day you took my hand and said my name. How it fell so carelessly from your lips and the impact; the caverns and the marks it made on my core as my name faded with the air you let out. …