shatter-me

I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. "There are secrets in here," I say. "I want them out."He tries to bite my finger.I steal it back.

Laughter comes from living." I shrug, try to sound indifferent. "I've never really been alive before.

Hate looks like everybody else until it smiles

The sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us.The moon is a loyal companion.It never leaves. It's always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Everyday it's a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.Uncertain. Alone. Cratered by imperfections.

I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i'd use to paint a million pictures.

My father couldn't warm my frozen hands.

The moon is a loyal companion. It never leaves. It__ always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do.