disruptedvice

Ginger steps are placed under the weight of life, One foot in front of the other make their way towards me, under the canopy. She is a pale spring girl, sunlight filters through the over hanging leaves, and our surroundings are stained with a faded green. "Everything has its time, and everything has its name." I don't know what she means, but she speaks from demure lips, her sage advice spilling softly from her mouth, and she is sure of her message. I find myself believing this girl knows the world. The pattern of light surrounds us as lines cut between fractals of diamonds. Her secret isn't so much hidden, but a mystery to me, and I mar

Her eyes had more sadness than they had any right to. She had just stopped being a little girl, but her pain and sadness and sorrow was a mercy beyond her years. Every blink was one step closer to when her eyes would finally close, and truly be at rest for the first time in her life. She had gathered every heart ache, heart break from all around her. Picked the broken pieces off the ground, gently placed them across the in seams of her dress. There they were held, as she felt the weight of each shard, dragging her down futher. She was a savior and a saver. She never left any one part alone, curled up the lonely bits in the palm of her hand,

He looked at me like I was yesterday His eyes were glassy in a moment of recognition of the memories he had stored away for a better time. When he saw me, it wasn't a good time for him to reminisce. I know what he saw in me. Yester year of a faded photograph that the sun itself tried to destroy. The tint around the edges and the glare of bright lights that make you squint and think of heat, when you want anything but past warmth. And I remember the day we parted, and I don't want to look at him either. I don't want to be reminded of the snapshot I have of him, same fade around the edges, but mine is crinckled from be folded up and shoved d

It's easy to get trapped in the lines. Sirens blare, traffic weaves through the city streets It's easy to say humanity is just a natural disaster. Always out of time, but there is no end to the travesty, cacophony, the press of people, over flowing off the edges, too many and too much. It's easy to get lost. But just wait a moment. Take a deep breath and look around the concrete forest, jungle of wires and electricity. Look for the stars shining out of people's homes, listen to the sighs of the day and the songs of the night. Notice the rhythm of life and its movement. It's long work to just stand still.

When the water is so cold it stings your hands, when lullabies are just soft words and overtones, know that you don't have to try. It is fine if all you did today was exist. When past scars drift to the front of your mind, know that you are more than your memories. You are more than your words, your mistakes, your successes, your failures. You are more than the hurt you've suffered, you are more than the pain you've inflicted. You are more than you could ever know. And you're doing just fine.

She invests in liars and locksmiths.

You said you're not the best and i know. There are too many heart breaks and cracks in the walls of your home for you to have a beautiful heart. This i know, still you tell me so. You say there are too many buzzing bees and insecticides pouring up your head, so i help and pour bleach in, if only to give you peace. There are too many angry fists holed up inside yourself for you to ever be liked. Once again, this i know, still you tell me so. You say that you are too many tears piled up and you are sinking under all of their weight and i know you have no holes, so i make one, if only to let the water out. There are too many bleeding wounds a

Now is the time for mourning. At two in the morning, waiting for the real morning, when the sun comes up and shines morning. So mourn now, from one morn' to the next. Mornings make mournings. Mourning is from morning. Everyone mourns the night. And everyone mourns the light.