I made peace with something not long ago. It hurt, it also healed. The result was me realizing that I am not letting go forever, but rather, me accepting I cannot hang for now. Life needs to be continued… – Ash/Dad
How are you settling into the new year? Are you still hitting it out of the park with the resolutions? Come on, you can do it, don’t give up. I believe in you.Continue reading “No News is Good News”
Sometimes, I think my heart breaks without telling me
Like it’s trying to feel something it once did before
Though, if I allow myself to give in to its longing
I’ll go and break it even more
my love for you is like a book with stolen pages
beautiful words erased
everything’s torn from the very bind
words rewritten that were never mine
an unknown author with a tale of a broken heart
spends his lonely days with nowhere to start
his pen runs dry
there’s nothing more to capture
in this tragic love story without its final chapter
I don’t want a broken heart any more
take this blood that flows my veins
the air that fills my lungs
the laughter that made a smile
a soul that was never mine
life that I never asked for
God damn strike me down
Take me back
bury my existence
in an unmarked grave
I come to you all today with some news. Not sure if it’s bad or good, to be honest. I can say this though, I’m pretty bummed and I’ve been this way for a few days now. I think I have come to a crossroads of if I want to carry on with this blog. I know it was not more than a few posts ago that I was mentioning how motivated that I was and how I have big plans for the future, but something recently has tainted my lust for blogging.
My annual renewal for my site comes up on the 28th of this month, and I have a few days to digest all this so I will use that time to determine the future of Earth to Ash.
Just wanted to thank you for being so loyal and I’ll be back soon with my intentions one way or the other. I appreciate every one of you as followers and as friends too. It’s a very tough time, I hope it all works out.
If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. – Pablo Neruda
My throne upon wet stones.
Waves crashing making me get lost.
Howls of violence outside stop me dead in almost silence.
No one would follow me to where I could go.
Time, I banished.
Seconds…minutes…hours, the same to me.
Still, it fought back with the tides.
Afraid the ocean will swallow.
Strangle and take.
I struggle to leave, for this is the real I’ve felt til now.
Even if death is where I’ll be alive.
I held the prettiest flower this morning.
It reminded me of you.
Sadly, it too had been plucked from its roots.