Romanticising love
Love... If chasing sunshine has taught me one thing, it's that opening your curtains means you can just let it come. (Generally, open curtains means a tidy room first...) * * * * * My experience of love is one that can be expressed on so many different levels. There is the love of the … Continue reading Love. More of It.
I was stuck in a room with the two of them, both of whom felt the other to be intolerable. I was summonsed to arbitrate the situation, a mediation of sorts. Why? Well...I was about to find out. When I'd first entered the room, I saw him sitting there with a sideways glare, arms folded … Continue reading Arbitration
Getting things done. Organizing, tidying, shuffling. Redecorating, rearranging, reallocating. Compartmentalizing. And when you're done with all of it, you take a step back and look at the bigger picture. What do you see? MG
Don't swipe left. Just, write. They say. Write, now. Right now. I wrote my heart away Bled the ink onto the pages Turned them until the end cover When there was nothing to discover Except enjoying and experiencing Life and light... together... ...no longer... running from the shadows of where I was once hidden Grief … Continue reading Meet Me
"You could have anything you want, you just need to take the first step out of the front door," he had said to me, a long time ago. I never understood what this meant, but there he watched, from a distance. Waiting. He was waiting for me, and he didn't even know it. His process … Continue reading Him
I thought I could reign it in and unify all of it, write to you, and be able to say, "Yes, it's you." It's always you, isn't it? And yet...it never is. But the French had it right all along...I love...vous. (English equivalent: "yous") To you, my darling, I miss you. It started as a … Continue reading I Love Vous: On Polyamory
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtX0WF7Fn_0 I don't wanna be just a memory And I don't wanna feel your wings break free Because without you I'm lost in the breeze I gotta be strong now, I gotta show you how.
Self-hate looks a lot like self-love. And the only one who truly knows the difference...is... (Scratch that) The only ones who truly know the difference...are...all the ones around you who can feel what you feel. MG
The Curious Adventures of Gordan's Thoughts 