NobodyImportant

There’s so much turmoil in the world, and I don’t know who is right and who is wrong, but I know I have to stand for something.

I'll be alright, I always am. Just because I miss you, it doesn't make me less of who I am.

Grief can torture and blind you. Blind you to the fact that we are not alone in our pain; in our loss.

Rolling to his back he looked to the sky in bitter askance, As to why he had never been given the chance to live.

Sometimes the only people that have seen the way out are the ones who needed it.

Am I really different? Or did you build me up...

Sometimes we feel trapped, and sometimes we feel as though there is only one way out. Poem.

Society's influence has created a certain idea of what love is supposed to be. That if it's the right person, then love will come easy. The thought makes me laugh if I'm honest.

My grandfather passed away several years ago, yet I can still feel him in every single thing.

Tragedy does not always need to end in more pain. The memories are sweet, yet shadowed by loss. Maybe we will see those we love again, and I pray we will never have to let them go.

That magnificent crimson tang flooded his nostrils, erasing any other smell as a secret smile spilled onto the cold lines of his lips...