The Boomerang Effect

So.... Fun Fact:

The precise moment when a woman is completely and utterly finished with any hint of desire for a man is the same moment when he'll want to get right and work it out.

I'm not sure what the science is behind this. The chemical compounds and such.
But it's a verifiable fact.

Ask any woman the time/date what she was wearing and where she was when she realized she was completely done having any feelings towards an ex... then ask her who texted/called immediately afterwards.

Okay maybe he didn't call right away... you know... pride being as it is... but pretty soon afterwards or the next time they talked... there it was.

And I'm not talking about the time she was convinced by the tears and promises and took him back. That woman was not over that man.
I'm talking about the woman who would've, at one time, walked over hot coals for this man and now sees him standing before her and is completely indifferent to his pleas.

It's an astonishing phenomenon. I'll continue to study it and report back.


Stay Tuned...

Let's Leap Again...

A lot of my decisions are made with my heart… It's the way I'm built.

As a Pisces, I'm told that I'm text book in the way my sign acts/reacts/thinks/observes/lives/loves.

Look, I'm not naive and I do peep red flags, but like I said... 

It's the way I'm built.

Sometimes the results are overwhelmingly beneficial.

Other times, I wish I were more strategic and critical.

There is always room for improvement.

I analyze my own actions and intentions for weaknesses.

I adjust the way I interact with people accordingly.

But, in the end, I don’t want to ever miss out on the

chance to have crucially deep connections with other people

because I was too afraid to leap with my heart first.

Stay tuned.

Rough Drafts...

On the days shattered like ice 

The ghosts of those still living arise

The cost of their abandon

    Reveal how immense the void

    The price

    We rush with prayers to fill space

Or sit with cuts on our hands

A balm of memories 

Bitter now to understand

Every breath that told warm buttery lies 

The air is gray and time moves by

So slow 

As if it has papers to grade 

And no wish to fly 

Sleepless and breathless we pace 

Looking for peace or a taste 

Empty offerings left aside

The rest and the love denied