Please Read! Hello followers who are kind enough to like my stuff. Opuss has been my escape lately, I love reading your stuff and I just wanted to say that I'm not gonna be on here for while. My girlfriend attempted suicide today, and being there for her is gonna be my priority. Hope you all take care, and I'll be back soon!

Red When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it is the color of her lips. When you make love, it is the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you see her in the bedroom with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall, it is the color that threatens to abandon the shattered pieces. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the color of her pulse. When you look into her eyes for the last time, it is the fading color of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when she leaves.

2013 One week ago at midnight This 365 page novel Came to a close. We read the last chapter and anxiously awaited the following 365 days. For every comma and every sentence, you've written your lives this year, you've grown one chapter stronger. As you take out your pens and place yourselves in front of a fresh set of pages, remember to breathe between the lines. Write with your heart on your sleeve, coffee by your side, and make 2013 a best seller.

Birthdays This year left me feeling completely empty. Sometimes my mind wanders back to when I felt perfectly happy. When I held her hand and the constant screaming in my mind stopped, even if it only was for that short moment. As time goes the memory of what happiness felt like flows further and further away from me. This year I concluded that distance ruined everything. Distance, not only as in miles, but also between two people sitting right next to each other. This year I realized birthdays are not my thing, cause people celebrate you like you have achieved something because you've survived another year in a place you only wish to escape. This year I wished I was dead, and they all clapped. Without knowing.

The Color Of Your Shirt I couldn't determine if it was how your clothes were fitting that day, or if it was the way you did your hair. All I could recall was neglecting every other person in the room, as I was solely fixated on your figure from the moment you came in to the moment you left. I refused to look you in the eyes, because I knew that I would only want you more than I already did. And although years have elapsed since that one particular moment, I can still recall the color of your shirt and the feeling in my chest. And it is so miraculously unfair how much I still miss you.