redixie

"love, in its shortest form, becomes a word."

it's true that people forget years and remember moments. four years of hard work, pain and perseverance and all i remember is one night spent in a hotel room watching a man who showed no emotion melt into a teary-eyed boy who thought he was in love.

now, tonight, i feel like ripping out my insides and throwing them at everyone i see, especially the so-called love of my life who may have done nothing or everything wrong. it's that breaking/boiling point that comes after 6 months of building a slipshod foundation beneath a towering fortress and then realizing you've accomplished nothing and wasted all your resources. so you sit on a grassy knoll overlooking your work, chewing reflectively on a piece of grass, listening to what would be a dialectic soundtrack made up entirely of the mountain goats, stars, and m83. and you wonder "is there more to this or should they roll the credits?"

and it's impossible to know. and there is always regret and what if. sometimes life just makes me so sad. there is so much grief. there is so little communication. and love, by itself, is not enough.