Thing of the Past.

"One day, the worst things that have ever happened to me will be the best things that have ever happened to me."

Maybe we could have just started off at the climax.

The part where we die.

Then perhaps we’d have a chance at understanding,

at friendship.

The space and spaces in-between life and living.
“Who are you? Where am I?”

The part where he’s crying and she’s crying. Because he’s dying.

The part where she falls in love with him not because he was so close to ephemerality, or because he was her soulmate, but because love was appropriate, because the situation called for love.

The part where we all become as close as the touch of the dying.

The part where we find out what was meant to be.
Where we uncover our own paths.

Where we can close our eyes.

Where we can lock lips and feel as one, instead of just human.

The part where she is shaking with tears. And he is alone—dying slowly on the shower floor.

The part that has no blood.
The part that is stained darkest.

The part where you & I meet.

A Beginning and an End. Two lives, but one.

Day 5:

[6 things I’ve wished I’ve never done…

so personal whyyyy j _ j

ok. One, I wish I didn’t almost break this kid’s arm in 4th grade. Anger issues. I am sorry/

Two, I wish I had never…um…fell in love this one time…no biggy/

    Three, I regret going to Urban Outfitters this one time last year with these two girls and tripping up over this display and failing awfully at life. We ran out/

Four, I regret err, making this girl have a crush on me—rather a few girls, that I was less than honest with *-* in sophomore year of high school.

   Five, I regret hurting people. Emotional manipulation is really unfair, and I will make up for it somehow.

Six, My dog died a few years back. I wish I had held him close while I still could.]