Imagine darkness. An emptiness. Echoes vibrate around you, allow yourself to drown in them. Embody it. Fall, allow yourself to crash, and feel your self pulsate in the nothingness.

That is what my mind, my heart, my soul calls home.
Or what it used to be.

March 7th, 2014, approximately 9:58 a.m. I made my Monday trek down to 4th period Tech Theatre. That’s when my mind, soul, and body had found it’s new home.

She stood there before me. Her eyes a soft and warm chocolate color. You felt her smile radiate on to yours. Bulky, dorky glasses hung on her face, but dear lord she was beautiful. My heart stopped, my body tightened, I felt as though I was suspended into her world. The feeling was unfamiliar.

What should I do?

I wanted her in every way possible. I wanted to be in her presence. I wanted to connect with her mind. I wanted to know what her lips felt like against mine. I wanted to be intertwined with her spirit. Most of all I wanted her to fall in love with me the way she had just made me fall.

I knew I wouldn’t stop until I was with her.

No one told me that when you meet the love of your life it would completely stop everything in your tracks and for a second the life you’re suppose to live with her flashes before your eyes.

For me, every time I think about her, hear her name, and look at her I always get a glimpse of what our lives will look like together.

Things I never told you about the first time I noticed you pegasus-mom (pegasus-dad)
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and–in spite of True Romance magazines–we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely–at least, not all the time–but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.
Hunter S. Thompson (via stacyangeline)