Letters of Evan and Emma #1


Dear Evan,

I have finally made it to my hotel in London. The flight was long, but completely worth it. I cannot believe I’m finally here. Of course, I owe it all to you. I don’t know how I’ll be able to do this without you here with me.

Where am I even going to start? All I have is a first name and a letter. The chance of me finding him is slim. And what if I imagined it all in my head? It was so long ago and it seems like a faraway dream… For all I know, he could be married by now!  This is so crazy and ridiculous. I can’t believe you convinced me to fly out here.

Anyway, I should probably get to bed soon since it’s already late. Tomorrow will be a long day of searching for him.

I hope everything is well with you and the wedding plans. Maybe if everything turns out okay, I might have a plus one after all.

Always,
Emma

Novella


She was told the blackest of white lies.
Reality is a fantasy she soon realized…
See it through her lifeless eyes
And know that she was victimized.
The story’s written all over her face,
the hidden novella behind the bookcase.

For Elias


The phoenix is a symbol of rebirth.
from your ashes you begin anew.
Preservation of self with a pure heart,
Are the qualities I see in you.
Let your flames be the fuel,
To all of your desires.
Let your potential for greatness,
Be driven by your unyielding fire.
Embrace your character
For he is self-less and true.
Keeping his faith and ideals,
No matter what he went through.

“Beautiful Awakening”


She mocks me in all of my attempts,
and yet she urges me on.
Until I’m tired-
Until I’m starved-
Until there is nothing left of me.

She takes everything away,
With intentions to cure, but only harms.
Now, I am growing faint-
on this path of self-destruction,
on this road of isolation.

She rules me by numbers,
as I ignore the hunger…
for beauty and perfection,
to the extent of desperation.

To be weightless and fragile-
even if it is my own private exile.

To be lovely and finally free,
Oh, she begs for the “ideal” me.




“Reckless Abandonment”



Take me anywhere from here. Intoxicated, no longer aggravated. My body yearns for the music, it makes me sway. Bright lights in a darkened, hazy, world, fills my eyes. Just forget. The past is ever present. Regretful words and the things that should have been. Letters upon letters opened and read. Over and over and over. The smoke fills my lungs and I’m hot but my skin is ice cold. Leave me alone. No, I don’t want to be alone. Drive. Drive. Drive. To where? Held down by ambitions and fears. Stay away and stay safe. Shivering, shaking… At the top of my world, standing where no one can touch me, where no one can tell me what to do. My lips want to speak. The heart locks it tight and throws away the key. No more pain. In my head, mind games. I lose. Rumors. Lies. Truths. Let it be, because life goes on. Constellations. The only lights to trust. The pearl of the moon. I want it, can’t take it. No, please. Simple observer of life. I hear the laughs. Break me. Break me. Take me. Take me. Away. Tear me down and I will come back anew. Endings, beginnings… It’s all the same. Run in circles, run in circles. The music calls… Don’t forget. Write it down. All of it. Each word. Reckless. Reckless. Reckless. Breathe in. Breathe out. Sing out loud. Hold my hand, and run, run, run. Don’t look back, don’t look forward. See it in my eyes, my voice fails me. Let me cry. Let me lose control and let it be my escape. Scared. Breathless. At the top of my world and the music surrounds me. Abandon it all. Be reckless. Live.

“Standing on a Ledge”



Standing on a ledge,
No one can touch me.
No one can hurt me.
No one can fill my heart with lies,
or make me endure broken promises.

Escape is given here-
Standing on a ledge.

Where I am between the heavens,
and the all-consuming reality.

All is still.
All is in motion.

Touched by the invisible wind.
Kissed by the shining sun.
My mind becomes undone…

Standing on a ledge-
I am stripped of it.
The pressure becomes weightless.

No more expectations.
No more facades.

Standing on a ledge.
Where all is bare.
Where all is beautiful.
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