Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
I was frustrated tonight clearing the clutter from my room, when I came across a small box tucked away in the corner. Pulling it out, I then realized this small, torn, cardboard box was over flowing with broken dreams. One by one I pulled each picture and item out of the box, each one telling a story. The stories brought a smile to my face reminiscing of the past. Remembering those summer beach trips, learning how to surf, and you holding me from behind showing me all the little magical critters in the shallow water. Along side the pictures were drawings with funny notes on them, and a birthday card with nothing inside but a small piece of torn paper that read "One $100 coupon to your trip of choice". Inside was also a Tee Ball picture button of you as a child, oh how proud I was of that button, I took it everywhere with me. All these different objects brought so many wonderful memories to mind, and for a few minutes I felt happy and blissful again; but as quick as it came, it was gone and suddenly I felt that initial heartbreak and sadness that overwhelmed me one year ago. It amazes me how one major fuck up of curiosity can jade an entire relationship forever. Its like a gust of wind stripping all the stars from the sky. What once was so blissful, was soon left dark with the lonely moon. Now I replace those smiles with a wall, those laughs with an unsure grin, and those stars with city lights, and by the end of the night you'll catch this lone wolf crying in the wind, howling to the midnight moon.