Icarus wished he had wings like mine.

Don't mind me. I'm just here to grab my wings.

I figured since I'm gonna fall anyway, I might as well learn to fly on the way down.

I'll see ya later.

Hundred miles to get a kiss

"You two are so cute with how you make your long distance relationship work."

"'Cause we're a boss. People are too emotional ! OMG I MISS YOU BABY! Back in my day I had to walk a hundred miles uphill in the snow both ways to get a kiss before work!"

The wonderful little moments when that kid you spent three and a half years loving comes up with the best comment to the best compliment.


Ti voglio bene <3

The in-between

In between sleep and awake, that is where I'll find you. Where the drowsiness of sleep still makes everything fuzzy and the alertness of being awake isn't as clearly defined as it should be.

Filtering my filter

Maybe we're not supposed to have a filter. The words that we're supposed to keep to ourselves are the things that would not be condoned saying out loud in today's world. But maybe it's better to just say them; maybe we need to be shocked and insulted, be annoyed and have our world knocked upside down.

And maybe our filters are just so we won't get punched in the face, but maybe we are just too sensitive and need to be a bit more abrasive. Because really, who needs a filter when you have the spectacular show of reactions.

The sun and the moon

The moon said to the sun, "Let's just leave. Let's just pick up and go. Who is going to miss us?"

The sun just swiveled restlessly as he listened to his little moon.

"The earth won't miss us," cried the moon. "This place is so big! Let's go get lost and stay there for a bit."

The sun peaked over his horizon to eye the moon. "That won't do, dear. You know you can't stay in one place for very long. You will have to keep moving; you won't find peace until you've been everywhere and even then, it'll be temporary."

"But at least we can say we've been places!" the little moon jittered with tired excitement, the kind she gets from thinking too long about picking up and leaving.

"My dear, that will not do. You have obligations to this little earth."

"Says who?!" but the little moon turned in defeat, 'one day, I will get away,' she vowed to herself. 'One day.'

I hate when the past haunts me

And I will think of you everyday. And I will write home one day.But until I can, please keep in hand my heart for when I come back.

Can't put a title to an emotion so encompassing

I wish I could be really witty and inspirational right now. 

I wish I can passionately say "Failure is the only option if you lose faith," and then go on and succeed. 

But I gave myself away to too many people, and so I will never wholly get myself through anything.

I wish I can say that this will work out because I can do this. 

But lying never suited me well and I don't think I'm quite ready for this. 

After years of dreading this, you would have thought that I would have came prepared.

But after spending so long fighting, I just want to fall between the cracks for a bit.

But then I will never forgive myself for not fighting hard enough.