#rcap.writing

How truly selfish it is, to speak out of turn. Responsive, we are. A response. Not a conversation, just two mouths reacting in order to fill the vacant space between them. The awkwardness of silence. Brutal. So even if there is nothing to say we still speak or make noise. I can’t tell the difference anymore; so we speak. Uncertain of our substance. Unconcerned with our depth. Unaware of their lingering presence and our participation. Sometimes we speak not to be heard but to be known. Sometimes we listen only to advance our response. How selfish can we be? To respond in combat. Sometimes we just want to be heard, nothing else. Sometimes silence is the appropriate response.

I know now that my bones will forever be carved with your embrace, and when they are dusted and examined they will know that your hug was the one that touched my soul. They will know that this, this was the touch of an angel.

She was the sun as much as she was the moon She was infinite as much as she was inadequate She was the universe to those without a home It was her flaws that made all of this possible So please, Don't ever try to tell me she was human in order to belittle her perfection

Young, dumb and in love, the trifecta for lost souls who feel like they need someone to reassure them of their existence.

I think the beautiful thing about minds is their ability to persuade even the prideful. In one's mind we can believe we are anyone we want to be.

For the days where waking up becomes a nightly routine I beg of you Please do not be angry Sometimes spine fails to stiffen Sometimes my legs forget to dance

I want to be fearless. I want to willingly dive head first into an endless ocean of everything uncomfortable. I want to swim with the snakes as they wrap around my neck and constrict at the slightest hint of fear. Maybe then I wouldn’t cringe at their hiss. Maybe then I wouldn't be scared.