I've put too much time into this blog already.
Funny part is: I'm not even in creative writing.

Time Stops for No One

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Or a cold winter’s eve, in the depths of December

You came into my life through the cracks in the window pane

The creaky stairs and loose floor boards

A sweeping wind, sending paper into chaos

My porcelain bones and weathered skin could not withstand the force of you

Your aura, the timing

Impeccable

Impending doom

A ticking time bomb, you burst through the front door

And shoveled your way through the crust of Earth, to China and back into my living room

You exploded, and I imploded and I’m still not sure who’s to blame

Maybe it’s no one’s fault

Maybe it’s the universe turning on its axis, sending you into me

Stumbling along the pavements, and crust of the planet until we bump into our other halves

But I wanted so badly to be whole without you

They say that time heals all but what if I’m not wounded

Maybe time is the enemy, forcing us through another hour, another minute another second

Stumbling bombs

Moving mine fields

Biological warfare

You and I

"I'm just gonna start blogging."

I do indeed hate thou, though thou doth possess thine dairy aire.
(Picture quality was pretty awful. Sorry, lol.)