TheShineyMarbles

Closed Spaces I fear closed spaces, not the kind that involve walls close together with a single person stuck in an elevator, but of the closed spaces of people around me. My hands get clammy, and I can barely breath. My heart races at the sight of a person coming up to me to say ‘hello’ and my breath hitches as someone bumps into me. The feeling of hopelessness overwhelms me and I have to duck into the nearest bathroom to escape this torment. Still, as I burst through the door, I am met with the choking stench of thick smoke in the air. I see them looking at me with frightened expressions of their faces. I know my eyes are craz

Inner Feelings of Hopelessness Damn. Damn it all. How can I desire something so impossible? Am I damned to be a starving artist writing of her deadened passions in a dark ally? Just a girl and my fear shakes my very being. I stare at the blank page suddenly disgusted at these hands that present my deeply ingrained terrors. The words are crude and I hate them. I am never content. I love to read and I hate to write. How unfortunate to find a novelist unable to write. A bad taste forms in my mouth and I throw away my pen, unable to continue. Suicide becomes an option and I reach for the gun, holding it to my temple, unable to pull the trigger.

Look Around I looked around today and found myself wondering what would happen if I went through my life without anyone to love. I know, I know it sounds childish. I’m going to be able to love someone some day, right? Not necessarily. Day in and day out I have this ache in my heart for that special someone that will fill the emptiness. Sure, there are times when I can ignore the pain and live on without conflict, but in moments like this I feel the emptiness full force and I find it hard to breath. Perhaps it’s because in moments like this I am able to reflect on my own the things that cause me the most pain. Maybe I’m jus

Letter to a certain love I found myself today thinking about you. I know that it’s been months since we talked and that you are now with someone else, but I can’t help that undeniable feeling that grows within my chest whenever your face pops into my mind. Back then I associated that beautiful feeling with warmth and comfort, now, it’s something that steals my breath and leaves me crippled. I won’t deny that I still cry, even after all of these months, and hold you deep within my heart. I won’t deny that I still love you. For some reason, you won’t fade from my mind. I know that most people who’ve