Golden specs of dust Silently falling Sun made visible

Landing on ruffled bedding Left in a rush Unkempt and forgotten Warm still

Dust falls on sheets of paper Scribbles of the imagination And creative flow Paint spots still Speckled on a the mirror

Dust falls gracefully On the wooden floorboards Scattered with litter And the tellings of the day

Something about how The dust falls Is magical t...

Usually I was to clean the left wing on Thursdays, but that Thursday was different. The heroes from District 4 were visiting to discuss the take down of The Secret Six; a group of unknown, cold blooded killers, who were known to stalk and kill district leaders. I was behind the doors of the main meeting room, when I heard them.

“I told you, just use the sword technique i taught you” a familiar vo...

You tried to ignore me again, scrolling right past. But your thumb paused for long enough on my too familiar name.

I know you saw me.

Later that evening in a melancholy light, you study your face once more with those deep brown eyes. Why do you seem to get uglier each day? Wet eyes lead to streams of black, marking my territory on your face.

Now’s a daily struggle to keep me out of your mind ...

The storm arrived this morning and never seemed to leave. But that was okay because I had always loved rain. I could feel how heavy it had gotten by the sound of its every fall; the pattering on the roof sounded like a song made especially for me, it felt almost rude, not to appreciate it. So I set my knife and fork down, closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

As i exhaled, my eyes immediately f...

Love is the lie that keeps us alive Love is the lie we tell ourselves every night To keep us warm against the winter winds That crash against our windows; demanding to be let in. No matter how tight you pull the covers, you cant stop the icy breeze from entering through the gaps. So keep your frosty eyes firmly shut.

Its just your anxiety. You tell yourself. They love you. To death.

Then why ...