forever alone

Sleeping On The Rock

The winter winds whistle by from bay and sea, as if aggressively making love to one another much like we used to do. A memory that fades while a blackout swallows the light within me. The A train rumbles loudly and shakes the foundation of my home like your touch once shook my world. This stillness brings no rest. I get half asleep. Everything is done halfway now. I am half of what I once was. You were a Sandy-esque hurricane that blew me away only to leave me as scrap and rubble as I struggle to sleep on a Far Rock. 

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Suffocation at it's Finest

when i see people in there perfect little relationships, 

with their cute pictures, 

their inside jokes, 

that twinkle in their eye, 

and the fact that they actually have plans for tomorrow night with someone they love, 

i can't help but feel a little jealous. 

but then I ponder on the idea of me with a significant other, 

and if I acted the way I see other couples act, 

I'd puke. 
 

Suffocation at it's finest.