December

Found myself in the arms of a stranger 

Never knew lust could come in the form of you I never thought to look in that direction but there you were
In the arms of a stranger…
I’ll pretend that everything is fine
let my imagination run amok because in the arms of a stranger is a great place to be
We become our desires yet not our fear
Let’s “Pretend This Is Love

December

Flame

How can something as delicate as you burn so beautifully

It’s as if it was meant to happen
As if what we had needed any more heat, you add the flames
And it burns to my roots
Like a rose on fire
We watch the petals fall and burn together
We witness the smoke and unite at the ashes
-Timatimeline

Flame

III

So this is where I am currently at: Questioning the past with just one phone call. On Saturday June 18, 2016 at 8:36 you called me. The number looked familiar but I thought to myself it couldn’t be. What could he want after three years? Three fucking years what do you want?! I doubled check and it was him. At 8:36pm it was him.
As I rest my head on my sweethearts lap it was him. What do you want after THREE years. Show off your success, forgiveness, peace of mind, more gloating, an understanding, a reunion?

What do you want?

I am happy. Nothing is going right. I am struggling in ways you can’t imagine, I quit my job, I’m thinking of things that are morally wrong, I am emotionally unstable, I am in school thinking of a ways to pay for school. I am a mess but he accepts me. Although he knows none of this, my sweetheart accepts me. I have no money, I am on E and for some reason I’m happy, not a care a in the world. I’m still driving around in my old Chevy. I am a hot mess. I’m lazy as hell at times, I get easily distracted by social media and random thoughts that  pop in my mind. Yet, I believe in myself just to lazy to put in the work. I can make up a dozen valid excuses for it.

Honestly I don’t know what is wrong with me.

Through all of this all I can think is what do you want ?
As I inhale this smoke.

What the FUCK do you want. I’m here baffled trying to get this out of my system so I can stop thinking about it. It’s my version of therapy. It’s been 3 years and the last thing I  heard about you is not something I want to get into right now. That’s the last thing I ever heard. I never bothered to call or confront you about it because although I cared to know I didn’t because of all the lies and because I was afraid that if I listened to you speak I would believe them.
-Timatimeline

III

Quote of the day

I believe a lot of the time we struggle with this one because we want to choose to believe that this person has or will change … Eventually. We end up setting ourselves up emotionally because it may change temporarily but eventually “it” will revert back. So listen when you see the action and don’t be afraid to let go. 

-TimatimeLine

Quote of the day

Honey

You see its not that easy…

Frantic panic attacks
Uncontrollably desires
Luscious lips stung by bees with a seculent taste of honey on a hive
Every taste is mouth watering, dripping with thickness and you can’t stop yourself from wanting more
A nauseating feeling like going down the hills of the west coast
What a beautiful sight but it comes at a price
Leaves you sick to your stomach wanting more

That’s what she did to him

Honey

Familiar stranger

​I think I’ve met you before 
Except this time the place is unknown

I had this feeling before

The feeling of despair 

The feeling of being alone

The cold

It’s never scarred me

I think I’ve met you before

I feel the chills in my bones

Still uncontrollable just like before

It hasn’t begun but I’m ready for 

The deception, the lies I’m ready for 

Only this time I will not be the one sore

I think I’ve met you before

You make it feel like home

I’ve met you before expect this time it’s a different mask being worn

 

Familiar stranger

15 min

​I live for the dark and rambunctious feelings in my heart that pierce my soul
The feeling people dread breaks me but brings out the best

At times you have to accept those dark times and explore

Let the hurt become your inspiration, your art form it in the shape you can interpret best
There is beauty in pain, there is beauty in darkness

Live for the dark because the feeling never comes twice

15 min