BLOSSOM GRAM

  Hunter: When have you felt your weakest? Pierce: (sighs) I was in love once with this one girl. Pierce: I saw my entire future with her. When we decided to like break things off, she came over to my house and I just held her. We just leaned against my car and I just held her, just knowing that like this is the last time I’m gonna hug her for… probably ever. Pierce: I… was honestly mad at myself for how weak I felt. Now I’m a lot less susceptible to falling in love. Hunter: Do you think you will always be in love with this girl? Pierce: Always. Pierce: I’ll never fall out of love for her. I think about her probably every day. Knowing that I’ll never see her again or knowing that she’ll be with another man one day and married whatever… Pierce: I can come to terms with it because… I know that I love her because of the way she affected my life and how much joy she brought me … at a specific time in my life.   Dearly Beloved, Heartbreaks! They feel lik...

Hey you, Nick: Alright Flash forward to the future. Forty-fifty years, you are married, got kids, and have grandkids. You look over to the woman sitting next to you, she is old. But you love her, and be honest with yourself, is that old lady sitting on the couch… is she May?? Is she her?? I want it to be her but I cannot control how life turns pans out. A year from now, we'll all be gone All our friends will move away And they're goin' to better places But our friends will be gone away Growth… basically means increasing in size but I don’t think I have grown for over a year. Well, I have grown depressed, I have grown happy, I have grown hungry, I have grown in small ways that may not be evident to most but they matter to me, so maybe I have grown. But I would like to grow with her. She makes my heart race, she makes me smile when I think about her, she makes me think, she makes me… she makes me try. I love this woman with my entirety but life has a way of s...

  Dearly Beloved, Learning to unlove you took me years, Trying to forget your favorite coffee shop, The food you loved, The movies that made you cry, And the way you made me feel, Even if I only saw you from across the room. It took me years! And it took you what seemed like seconds, Because you fell out of love with me, While you were in … love with me, The look you gave me slowly started to fade away, You didn’t enjoy your favorite food, You didn’t cry or laugh at movies, And your phone gave you more dopamine than any of my kisses could ever, Learning to unlove you took me years, It took you seconds, Because you were doing it all along, And didn’t have the decency… to tell me!   The art of unloving someone. It’s funny how we don’t know what love is but we do know what love isn’t. Maybe Juliet knew, that’s why she chose to follow Romeo, or maybe Shakespeare knew, that’s why he wrote the play but regardless of whatever love is, we all kn...

  DEATH ! Maybe a name came up when you read it; Keziah and Kinuthia came to mind. I will write about Kinuthia another time, for some reason I loved this man a lot. Well, story for another day. So, who dies? What is death? Do we know when we die or do we just wake up as usual in our dreams and continue living without knowing we died? Do we still meet our loved ones in that “place”? You might have your definition of death, but I believe that death comes to those who are left behind. The ones who loved and cared for the gone person are the ones who die. Sadly, a woman I love recently lost someone she loved; she broke down. Another friend lost his sibling and I watch his stories knowing what I will find. Another lost her joy; she called them that and the world lost her eccentric laughter [ for some strange reason I enjoy listening to her laugh]. A certain man told me, “To each, their own” and my whole life came to a still. Have I been living right? Have I been judging people just...

Ain't nobody gotta go through what I'm going through, no But it seems like they all know what I'm supposed to do so Let switch bodies for a day You could me be and I could be you Juggle the pile of shit that's bound to come through You can have it Since it's automatic Now, switch (Switch) Tell me how it feels (Feels) To be somebody else (Else)   I tend to believe that in life we all have a path we follow. It is not set in stone as it can have many constructs within itself; it can be a straight line or one with curves or one that loops infinitely within itself. I came (funniest thing I’ve said all day) to realize that there are many instances in life where we go through similar experiences and I am convinced that they are not similar in any sense or way. How did I come up with this conclusion you might ask; well, have you ever been mugged? Then everything fell in place in such a way that if you told anyone you have been mugged they would laugh...