1000 Shades of Gray. (Unfinished)

1000 shades of gray.

In the middle arises a lone color.

Small, yes, but slowly becoming strong, confident. Proud.

The color rises and grows, grasping each and every shade.

Carefully not allowing it to fade away.

Soon, the color can show it’s true self; it’s true form of identity.

Thereafter, it can take over the 1000 shades of gray.

It can move the shades; allowing them to fall freely from the grasps of it’s roots.

The color takes flight, while the gray falls into the hole of empty dreams.

It flies across the dimly lit cup; allowing it’s being to slightly spill over the edge.

What is real is the site of the colors dripping down the edges of the cup.

I'm not sure what propelled me to even write this. I'm also not sure how to finish it. I must've been in a certain state of mind because I found it on my hard drive on my desktop computer while cleaning it. Let me know what you think of it.

Writing for myself.

"Keep my dreams alive, and I'll keep you breathing.
Let's get lost together and babe we'll keep on dreaming."

Sometimes, I write to soothe myself. To let thoughts out of my head that would otherwise eat my brain. I write to... Runaway. To run from everything. Like a drug. To get away from reality for a while. To get the secrets out and to release the weight of everything holding me down. Fantasy is better than reality, in more ways than one narrow path.

See, I write to save myself. To save my whispers to a minimum, and my screeching to a dead roll of sound waves. My spoken words fall on deaf ears and mute mouths. People are too wrapped up in their own lives to take the time to listen, and that's okay. I don't write for you, I don't write for the girl behind you, I don't write for the old guy on the corner, nor do I write for the young girl playing hopscotch. I write for me. I write to leave me wanting more. I write to make words count, to leave myself without doubts.

I write to create meanings for the rhymes said in hidden poems, and for the easy listening music that I clutch for something to bear on my ears. I write to give myself the ability to run; away from you, and away from myself sometimes.

Yes, I write, and you read. You see what my thoughts are, what I aspire to do in life, and what my past has painted. I write to make you think, and make you wonder my points. Remember, I write for me, not you.

In the end, it's you. You giving me motivation and courage to write for myself.
Because when I write for myself, you listen. You read, and think; wonder and write for yourself. I write for me giving hope to let you write for you.

Read my thoughts. Listen to my words.
Write for yourself.
Revert it back to me.

Only then, can you say you've written for yourself.

Burn Notice.

"I love you, Forever and Always."

I close the note, and silently place it on top of the flames, causing them to grow for a rapid second.

There comes a time in life, when you burn the bridges for good.
For me, it was more of a burning of an entire country, not just the bridge that connects the countries.
".. And I'm burning all the letters hoping that I might forget her and her bad taste, that she left when she was leaving me, A life of barely breathing as she walked, out of this place." -Mayday Parade


Couldn't have said it better myself.
I burned all of the letters. All of the notes. All of the pictures, and memorabilia.
All of the 'I love you's' burned to an ash.
'Forever and Always' had its own half of the pit, burning until it couldn't burn anymore.

SO much thought went into this. So much time spent sitting there in dead silence, wondering if I was going to make a mistake. Everything played in my head, over and over, like a broken record, playing on repeat. All of the memories shared were going over in my head, leaving me with a feeling of sickness in my stomach. There were so many happy times flooded by the times where I just wanted to give up.

It ate away at me, for quite some time. Time that I surely won't get back. I don't regret any of the memories. Without them, and my experiences, I wouldn't be the person I am today. Simple isn't something I aim for. Therefore, I had to let it eat away at me until I couldn't take it anymore. It got the best of me some days.

Sometimes, I'd sit and think of how I never really understood how things got to be the way they ended up. Things were always blamed on me, therefore I blamed myself. But after a while, I took a step back, and analyzed what was really going on. Needless to say, I don't blame myself for anything anymore.

I can now feel myself rise again.
No, it wasn't easy, but nobody said it would be.
As we grow older, everything will generally get harder. I like it that way. Struggling has taught me how to grow onto another level of strength.
I'm not as strong as I could be, but it's a learning process.


With all of that being said, I can smile.
Big smiles.
I'm not going to wonder if I made the mistake of burning my memories away. To me, I made the best choice I could make.
One that will stick.

One that will last.

&&One that I know I can say will last 'forever and always'.
Because when I say it, I mean it.