title from Florence and the Machine's "No Light."
The weather has been getting colder. Slowly, the wind is shifting itself from being a warm weight I can feel on my shoulderblades to a cool gentle breeze stroking over my bare skin.
Like so, something cold and oh so bitter have crawled itself in between me and my relationships. I do not find it proper to talk of it so openly like this, especially on a very public blog space. Nevertheless I've been hit by a feeling of dread, ambivalence, and melancholy.
Relationships are built to be ephemeral. The only saving grace to them is communication. But shedding pride off your bones is harder than to ignore a problem altogether. They end up piling up like dust in flowers,like the skeletons in our closets. I've barely seen the world in its full glory, as I have only lived for such short years,but I've already found myself longing for the person I used to be. Truthfully I'm afraid to die, but I'm also quite scared to be here.
Like so, something cold and oh so bitter have crawled itself in between me and my relationships. I do not find it proper to talk of it so openly like this, especially on a very public blog space. Nevertheless I've been hit by a feeling of dread, ambivalence, and melancholy.
Relationships are built to be ephemeral. The only saving grace to them is communication. But shedding pride off your bones is harder than to ignore a problem altogether. They end up piling up like dust in flowers,like the skeletons in our closets. I've barely seen the world in its full glory, as I have only lived for such short years,but I've already found myself longing for the person I used to be. Truthfully I'm afraid to die, but I'm also quite scared to be here.