The Hummingbird

It broke my heart when those words you said to me after I told you I missed you disintegrated in my mind. I don't know why the things you say seem to float in the air and hold the moment like they're claiming the second in the name of their implication, but they do. Why did it seem like everyone missed the point when it was stopping me in my tracks?

Those tiny moments that freeze my thoughts and breath and slow down time like the hummingbird in the backyard after I woke up determined to be a bitch.

I live for those moments. And I remembered what you said.

No One Sleeps.

No one sleeps tonight.

Women on couches, prolonging the dead night.

Cigarettes and black swallowed skies.

Little burning spots visible from every dead desert.

I wear that tie around my wrist because I know it keeps me safe.

But I'm not sure if it works the same way in HELL.

You will come alive with the timely birth of the earth.

Falling from the tree.

What Tree Did You Fall From?

Find your birthday and its corresponding tree.

Then, see the meaning behind it below. Do you recognize yourself?

CHESTNUT TREE (the Honesty) - of unusual beauty, does not want to impress, well-developed sense of justice, vivacious, interested, a born diplomat, but irritates easily and sensitive in company, often due to a lack of self confidence, acts sometimes superior, feels not understood loves only once, has difficulties in finding a partner.

Find out your tree.

The Love Poem

I've noticed people like simple poetry. Those "I love you, you make my heart beat like a drum in my head. And I can't wait to bring you flowers, but you will place them on my grave because I can't imagine you leaving this earth before me so I will most definitely go first. And we will die in each other's arms, (But you will survive me) the end of our emotional obsession of course." But I don't get that, the baseness. GUILTY. It seems more truthful in an "I have no idea what I'm doing but I know I feel better when you say you love me, even when we haven't talked about any truths greater than you want to make out in your car." Kind of way.

In the same way we love to hate ourselves, we love to love ourselves. I told my best friend, the best thing I could think of doing, was drinking every beautiful thing I could, try to make this potion that will seep from my pours and bleed from my eyes when you look at me. If all I'm made up of is what I see, what I read, and what I think, then I control exactly what world I live in with that power of perception.

What are you doing?