Archive | November, 2015

Yin Yang

9 Nov

He is my other half. What I am no more, he is now. Where I am rough edges shaded in black and white, he is the dream in color, the uncomplicated, the ideal. He is the clarity when I am the clouds. He is the day, harmonious with the night I am. He is my other half, playing yang to my yin.

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Stolen Light

3 Nov

There’s a stolen light that has the power to take over all of me, captivate me in a manner nothing ever has. Not true love, not even the hate I feel so easily, has left me so powerless, so submissive. After all, who isn’t mesmerized by a thief that shamelessly shines its greatest heist for the world to see?