January 2012
44 posts
Dear... I love you, still.
I was loved
I was loved – trust me I know.
So I write this for him, for you & to you I know he’ll never read it, in fact, even if he did it would probably drive him insane with more anger and hatred – for what i did & what i am. Fact is, I don’t have the right to say this anymore, or even the right to talk about this which is why until now, i haven’t. Everyone knows my coping mechanism...
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I was loved
I was loved - trust me I know.
So I write this for him, for you.
Darling, it’s not that I don’t think about you anymore, because I do.
I think about you all the time, when it’s late at night and the world is asleep, when all the stars sing me their lullabies and I know you hear them too.
I think about you in the mornings so cool and crisp as I wake to my own reflection and hide the...
My Interpretation
You talk about life, you talk about death, And everything in between, Like it’s nothing, and the words are easy. You talk about me, and you talk about you, And everything I do, Like it’s something, that needs repeating. I don’t need an alibi or for you to realize, The things we left unsaid, Are only taking space up in our head. Make it my fault, win the game Point the finger,...
December 2011
56 posts
Runaway Sun
So I wrote this in 2009 from my hospital bed, bit by bit as for weeks on end I stared out my hospital window. I love to read through it, look back and think back. The blessings that have gotten me here, now - are truly mesmerising <3 - Kasanndra I envisage the beauty of creation and attempt to grasp the uncomprehendable as I ponder away into what seems like an eternity of awe in the...