Not Feeling That

I used to pride myself on the fact that we were the perfect couple.

Open communication.
Sincere affection.
Physical attraction.

Today - I'm not feeling that.

I can't believe you think that you can come home at 6am after a night of partying and think I should just accept it.

My heart is feeling a little broken. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to know where you've been. I don't want to see your facebook posts from that evening. I don't want to hear about how much fun you had with your co-worker.

No. Not me.

Dreamscape: Cross My Mind

I was alone, walking on a grassy road. When I looked back I saw you in the distance. Your distinct silhouette stood out to me. White v-neck shirt, black shorts, white socks, black shoes. You were having a conversation with someone. And when I looked back at you, you looked up, and we made eye contact. I don't think you knew me but it seemed you had a glimmer of recognition. It was like you wanted to tell me, "Do I know you from somewhere?" But you were too far away from me and I, I couldn't wait anymore.

The wind blew in the trees. The green leaves shook gently. The road ahead was unclear, almost a blur. But I kept walking toward the great unknown wanting desperately for you to follow me. It was as if our timelines were crossing for the first time except we both knew that we had met in another lifetime and would probably meet again in future incarnations.


 

Dear Blog

Dear Blog,

I miss writing.

In 2016 - I will make time to write on your walls and create beautiful symbols to engrave down your hallways.

I think I got so busy with everyone else's dreams and forgot all about my obsession with writing. I am remembering how much I need to write to feel calm and collected. I am remembering how therapeutic it is to write. I am remembering how good it feels to purge.

I start today.

Sincerely,

NeenaLove