The tears in his shirt expose his scratched skin, symbolizing his soul. Ripped, slowly peeling off, leaving shreds of his being as he passes. The pathetic remains of his prophecy.
Her words echo through his head: ‘You’re weak! Man up!’ But he has lost every ability to be the man he once was. Too much rejection, too much times not feeling heard. Continue reading
Bright eyes, where lies come to die.
There is no truth, just feelings. Facts are irrelevant.
My heart speaks to her. She hears me and understands me. The language of love is universal. Continue reading
During the day, the sunlight causes my eye to color the sky. Blue. As the day proceeds, the sun sets and the light turns to darkness.
Black renders my world lonely. Shadows become invisible and details disappear, turning the art of my surroundings into silhouettes. Continue reading