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Flower Pot

And I watched the poor girl sit by her flower pot,
waiting for it to be watered with “I love you”s and “I miss you”s,
to be exposed to a light of reminders of why it should grow and keep strong,
but those never came and her flower wilted and wilted,
until it broke into dust buried back in its dry soil grounds.

"When I met you, flowers started growing in the darkest parts of my mind."
—  Unknown (via psych-facts)

(via psych-facts)

"For years I chased success and sacrificed happiness, but success lives where happiness lies. Don’t chase success, chase happiness and success will come."
—  Jinna’s “I left everything to travel with the world for and with my father.”
Feeling selfies recently
Stationary

I could be the rain in your desert sky.
I could be the fire in your darkest night.

I’ve let the devil consume me once and spit me back out. Because I cannot swim, I dare never to step close to the seas of demons again that scream for all the sins I refuse to be. There are waters that glaze the sun’s stems somewhere alongside the edges of this mind, and I am bound to rediscover it.

One of my favorite and last creations for the year.
Bomb

She gets a little eager, and walks two steps too quick ahead of herself.
Stumbling and rolling on rocky concrete pavement, her throat clogs, her heart pulls tight her veins, her skin rips at angles, her lips slices into flakes…

Her body paralyzed under howling cold breezes, mind congested with yesterday’s joy. Or was it a month ago? Or a year? Maybe three?
However much time had passed, she didn’t know.
She only knew whatever she had was already taken away,
by the inevitable change of people that devours all love, beauty, and exhilarants that is promised to be forever, but in truth,  will ever only be temporary.

And so she listens through the ground, ear clawed to the surface, to the ticking of the world that whispered back her darkest fears.
‘Run,’ she encourages herself. ‘Get up, and run again with these damn broken legs, for however long it takes for another tomorrow to offer the same joy as the yesterdays.’