Storms and Dreams.




     I woke from yet another vivid dream of us walking in the rain. It seems my dreams are living, breathing occurrences, Deja vu. I was sleeping on the couch, I can no longer sleep in my own bed, alone. While sitting on your couch, someone once told me that laying in bed alone felt all too lonely. I never understood it and now I feel it in my bones and it makes my heart stop in my chest. There are some things I just wish I didn’t know.  Sometimes my heart can not stand how much it feels. Sometimes, I ignore that shit. Sometimes, I am really good at it. 

You have cracked though that wall I carefully built around myself.  I cannot put myself back together and the bricks crumble every single time I try to put them back up. I try to tell myself this is a blessing…That one day you will wake, it will be raining and you will think of me and that time we walked in the rain, laughing and not giving a shit about anything but each other. Any wall that you created around yourself will crumble at the thought of me and you won’t be able to piece it back together. You will call me. You will tell me you missed me and the thought of me alone on the couch sleeping bothers you as much as it bothered me once. 

Things would be easy and love would be simple and the thought of arguing with you makes me laugh. 

I woke from yet another vivid dream being reminded how close we were to having it all. 

- Me.






I dreamt we sat on a bench at

sunset. We spoke of trust and how 

it doesn’t come easy for me. 


You said I could trust you.


And I realized how faint my heart was.

I shake my head and smile. 

I’m not sure why I’m here. 

I am locked inside myself,

there is so much I haven’t told you.


I have found exactly what I never knew I wanted. 


And here you sit, in a dream, speaking of trust

with your heart wide open

and here I am making deals

quietly to myself, 

Please don’t wake me up,

I’m dreaming.

In my chest I feel

the lack of control

and weightlessness

of a dream worth having.  


I found you. 


How Do You Really Want To Feel?

wild heart·ed

wīld/ härted/

  1. uncontrolled, especially in the pursuit of pleasure
  2. a person who has survived a struggle, but it still strong
  3. courageous living


  1. full of fun & high spirits
  2. frolicsome or sportive
  3. humorous, jesting


  1. a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about
  2. desire for wandering
  3. a love of experiencing new things

di·vine fem·i·nine

də-ˈvīn ˈfe-mə-nən
  1. characteristic unique to a deity
  2. supremely good, timeless womanly nature
  3. heavly, goddess-like softness

::Now do something about it all::

Self Created Punishment.


You made the list.

All the reasons not to.

All the reasons to move on.

All the reasons why it wasn’t a good idea.

You spoke the words

like little tiny bombs

sabotaging anything that 

was good.

Don’t ever do it again.

But be kind to yourself

You knew you’d hurt from this.

::Stop saying things you don’t mean, you’re worth more than you’ve allowed.. ::