loose ends

in case you have not noticed,
loose ends is deader than dead.

it won’t be back,
but my writing & ideas will.

somewhere,
somehow,
soon.

#tpb

technically a repost from ages ago. but you won’t remember. and you won’t find it in the archives.

I ran out of content.
They did not.
C’est la vie.

I’m ready.

e agora?

Word count: 0.

you were raised thinking one day you’d be the best at what you do.
but something happened. the world shattered.
and now you’re stuck being the only one doing it.

i am picky. consider yourself warned.

i don’t really change.
the way you see me does.

i believe,
i believe you don’t know what you’re doing,
i believe i don’t know what i’m doing.

ever.

that you’re afraid of everything happening around you,
that you’re scared of making waves,
that your foundations are weak,
that your sand castle will crumble.

i believe i’m afraid.
i believe a lot will happen, still.
i believe in this.
and i believe in myself and everything around us.

there are 2 kinds of people,
the kind that separates people into kinds,
and the ones that don’t.

this is no more about true love,
than it is about waiting,
or about losing,
or about getting lost;

this is no more about willfully parting,
carelessly considering,
emphatically claiming,
or systematically ignoring;

this is no more about careful contemplation,
than it is embracing otherness,
than it is considering alternatives,
than it is wistfully disappearing.

this is just this; is just this.