"Dead girls still live in deserts. Am I dead like them?"
As the sun beats down, and the sand finds its way beneath my toes. I think of everything you’ve done to me. All the trauma you’ve left me. A part of me hopes I left you with equal amounts hurt, but the other part says that wishing harm on others is bad.
"Room"
There is this place I go to when I’m scared. A small room. There is a phone and a chair. Sometimes you’re there too. I don’t know why I go there; it’s not the best place to be, but it gives me comfort.
“Her thoughts were plants. And they were beautiful”
Watching her is the greatest pleasure in life. Her mind is a grove of flowers and trees. They bloom and wither, but nonetheless they are beautiful. I hope one day to die in her garden. Another violet in her collection.
"self-reflection"
My reflection was not what I was expecting. I found something in me that I hated. Something I knew would ruin myself and my relationships. It was a deep-rooted thing festering in my soul. It's hard for me to live with such a realization. A part of me feels like it can't be true. Still, I have to live with this, forever it seems