rainyy day.

I know you're gold

Could have beens.

         My eye caught the corner of a non-descript piece of paper. It had been hidden amongst other leftover papers that cluttered my dresser. To anyone else, it was meaningless, but to me, it was filled with memories. My mind hurled back to that one fateful night, to countless could-have-beens. That night, he had almost held my hand. But in the split second of decisiveness in his eyes, he didn’t. He was scared.

Yet my mind was quick to manufacture could-have- beens as I watched him turn away; his eyes had turned to seek mine, but paused and looked away. Those could-have-beens were like wilted roses, or dusty daydreams, the stale kind. My brow wrinkled in sorrow at the memory of that night. We had been so close, yet so far away.

            The shrill voice of the teapot jolted me back to reality. It was insistently shrieking and unrelentent— I hurried to the kitchen. But as I poured my tea, I set the frail shell of that poor dried rose of a memory on a back shelf in my head. It was no use lingering, who knew what the future would hold? Yet, that rose would always be scented with a hint of bitter-sweet sorrow at that which could have been. 

don't worry, i have an imagination, therefore: fiction. (:

graduation day!

photoshoot thursday

misleading glinterings

Tears glittered on her cheeks in the near dark

And a song no longer

Weaved through her hair

Nor sat like a cloak

Around her shoulders;

All that remained was a sigh,

A wind in the grass.

She was spent

And all alone.

No one saw the glint on her cheeks,

No one heeded.

No one looked

For the hurt behind her eyes

And she was alone,

Silently            

Watering the earth

five stranded braid.