Take a walk inside my mind. Published August 10, 2015. She looked up at the other girls,. Something she could never be,. Something she hoped to be,. They lied, though,. A little plain faced,. Strong on the outside,. Published August 3, 2015. Nights were your make up.

Musings of love, lies, and life. And it felt like these. Paths were made to cross. Walked alone all this while,. Your hand felt like home,. Your presence warming me up. Like a fireplace fire on a cold December night;. Strewn with thorns and prickles,. And though it was arduous.

And tell me that she loves me anymore,. And when I ask her why,. Too many onions to be cut. Too much dust to be cleaned. Too many dishes to be cooked. Too much smoke in her eyes. Too many bruises to be washed,. Trying to fall asleep,. She must be scared,. Because everyone is scared of monsters,.

Post is sublimely cool, thank you. Benjamin Barton, Who Wanted To Fly.

I am a mere amalgamation of runaway thoughts and stammering words. These are the same eyes you looked into yesterday, last month, a year ago. This is the same smile that showed up when you hugged back, tighter. These are the same hands you held and played with. This is the same face you saw when you first bantered relentlessly. This is the same mind that beat you in that IQ test you took. This is the same hair that you stroked and often let loose from its ties. This is the same person.