You were torn, ripped, and fraying at the edges... With faded colors and careless smudges. Self-destruction had since deemed you worthless... Yet my hand craved the cracks that had formed upon your surface.
Tag: art
Masterpieces
I remember those hands... They were works of art. Palms built strong and casually calloused, yet soft in all the right places. And those fingers... Piano fingers. Long, straight, and eloquently narrow. Perfect for strumming strings or meandering atop white keys. Those hands were masterpieces... Meant to be placed upon me.
Purposeful Survival
Sometimes I feel like life
is just some sick joke on all of us.
The purpose of humanity is to do one thing right?
We’re supposed to survive.
Yet here we are…
spending our entire fucking lives trying to do everything and anything
we can to make it to another day…
still knowing that we will eventually die.
But besides just surviving for however long we have…
I feel like everyone has a desire to leave some sort of mark
on this planet.
Maybe it’s children, relationships, ideas, music, art or just something miniscule
the next generation might have a use for or remember… anything at all.
And I don’t know about you,
but I have this deep desire to leave something behind
for this world after I’m gone…
to make my own mark.
I just worry that I won’t have enough time
to figure out what that mark is before I’m gone…
Who is Hal?
Hal… what a person she is. But who the fuck is she? Well… here is the list. The list of all the great, good, and shitty things that make her… Me.
Artistic. A cheater. A good liar (not great). Compassionate. Loving. Organized. Bulimic. Anxiety-ridden. Funny. Outgoing. Depressed. Rebellious. Desperate. Smart. A wife. Athletic. Singer (also not that great). Dancer (probably worse). Confused. Lost. Outspoken. Over-thinker. Mildy-thin. Adventurous. Flirty. Weird. Creative. Deceiving. Lost. Hopeful.
Maybe I’ll edit this later? Seems legit at this point. I am a lot. I have a lot to offer and a lot I need to work on. Half of these labels I give myself I am not proud of and honestly embarrassed to type. However, they make me… who I am (as fucky as they are). I know I am fucked up. I know this.
But… you. You are reading this. You are now learning a little bit more about the shitty and great things about Hal.
Anonymously Hal 