Don’t let him know what goes on when he is not around.

Friends for years. Blinded by the adrenaline. Intrigued by his animosity towards their ignorance. His rebuttal to their outspoken bigotry. Awestruck by his comprehension of the theoretical. His ability to forgive the unforgivable. I would go anywhere for him; he could lead me to the worst of realms and I would still have nothing but admiration for his insistent need to acquire a better future. The only future I see worth living is one were I am by his side. Too bad he only needs me on occasions, he has found himself and is no need of others. He has a strong sense of independence, but I can’t help but get lost in the depths of his eyes and the mysteries of his soul. It’s enticing and I just can’t seem to look away, to leave his side long enough to find myself. He may be my demise but for now he is the only one on whom my fate lies. What is his secret to his abundant happiness? Whenever he is around he brings joy into the midst of nothing but sadness.


Writing my way through it

“Writing my way through what?”, you might ask. Life, depression, stress and anxiety, sheer confusion. I know my grammar sucks and my writings won’t be for everyone. I’m starting this page for me. If you like it you like it, and if you don’t then move along.