tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58070008209492785012024-03-05T10:03:26.275-08:00To the Moon and BackAlly Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04652435858543394921noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807000820949278501.post-42743713124163701582017-03-17T19:39:00.000-07:002017-03-17T19:39:25.439-07:00Something BlueYou're getting married tomorrow. And there are so many things I wish I could tell you.<br />
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So many things I want to share with you.<br />
So many things I want for you.<br />
Wish for you.<br />
Pray for you.<br />
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Marriage is...<br />
Fun.<br />
Difficult.<br />
A rollercoaster.<br />
Hell.<br />
Heaven.<br />
It lasts, if you're lucky.<br />
If you're not...<br />
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It will break you.<br />
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It will either be the best years of your life or it will be the daily torment you wish to get away from.<br />
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I pray its the first.<br />
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I pray you don't ever feel stuck.<br />
Or trapped.<br />
Or changed.<br />
Or broken.<br />
Or lost.<br />
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I hope you are happy.<br />
Loved.<br />
Cherished.<br />
Praised.<br />
Spoiled.<br />
Appreciated.<br />
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But mostly... I wish I could be there.<br />
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To see your face as you watch your bride walk down the aisle.<br />
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To watch that gorgeous smile of yours spread until your entire face lights up and your eyes sparkle.<br />
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To watch your mother cry as you say I do.<br />
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I wish I could give you one last hug before you walk into that church.<br />
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I wish I could have one last happy moment with you, before you began this new chapter of your life.<br />
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But I wont be there.<br />
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And tomorrow, you start an entire new book. I will forever be left in an unfinished chapter, of a forgotten memoir you have placed in a box in the back of your closet.<br />
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I imagine the cover is faded and worn. Possible wine and whiskey stains throughout its pages. Pages that are dogearred at random times. Ink blotches where you spent more time pondering what to say next.<br />
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Our book will most likely never again see the light of day.<br />
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But she's new. And shiny. Like the pretty ring you will place on her finger tomorrow.<br />
<br />Ally Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04652435858543394921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807000820949278501.post-74075539974800310102017-01-23T00:12:00.001-08:002017-01-23T00:12:41.087-08:00Flashback 8.25.16 i stopped reading and started cutting.<br />
gave up words for lines<br />
traded paper for blood.<br />
turned away from the light<br />
gave into the demons.<br />
crashed into reality<br />
fighting for the fantasy.<br />
imagined the puzzle<br />
and lost all the pieces.<br />
<br />Ally Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04652435858543394921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807000820949278501.post-41061643435887277022017-01-23T00:00:00.001-08:002017-01-23T00:00:48.070-08:00The Diaries of Grey: Grafitti"Me saying what I wanted to, would be like me spraying black paint on that wall. Pointless. It wouldn't make a difference. I have to add a little color first, and then add the black in for details."<br />
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*He liked that. He seemed almost surprised, and happy about that. I think he knows the gist of what I wanted to say, but he wanted me to say it out loud. I refused.<br />
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Because I have to add in the color first. And with using a metaphor, which he is so fond of doing, I added my first mist of color. Barely noticeable, hardly anything worth mentioning, but something.<br />
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One day, that wall of his will be a masterpiece. The wall must come down eventually, but for now, I'll just grafitti it.*<br />
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~That's why I love you.Ally Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04652435858543394921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807000820949278501.post-92102778680797176482016-11-27T16:31:00.000-08:002016-11-27T16:31:43.226-08:00The Diaries of Grey: The Beginning <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
"It's been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime."</div>
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Two things that have changed my view on life entirely. </div>
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It feels like coming home.</div>
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It feels like being wanted. </div>
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It feels like being complete. </div>
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It feels genuine. </div>
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It feels unique. </div>
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And fate showed me that I should</div>
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have looked to earth instead of the stars.</div>
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Learning. Slowly. But learning. With the help of friends.Ally Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04652435858543394921noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5807000820949278501.post-5890819375915701682016-10-31T06:54:00.001-07:002016-10-31T06:54:32.341-07:00RecklessI turned away from <b><i>R</i></b>eason<br />
Settl<i><b>E</b></i>d into apathy.<br />
Started <b><i>C</i></b>hasing danger<br />
Would <b><i>K</i></b>ill to feel adrenaline.<br />
<b><i> L</i></b>eft little of my former<br />
When I gav<i><b>E</b></i> into insanity.<br />
<i><b> S</b></i>lowly losing hope<br />
Seamle<b><i>S</i></b>sly turning cold.<br />
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Imagine a basket that you've started, but grew bored of making, so you shoved it somewhere till you found inspiration again.<br />
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Imagine you somehow picked up a random extra color, but just kept weaving it in anyways.<br />
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He was my random strand, but I kept weaving him in anyways, and before I knew it, I had a beautiful design, in an otherwise plain basket.<br />
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He was green to my bleak world, and then he left, leaving me with a colorless life.<br />
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What do you do with the basket? Put it on display for people to see? Risk that they'll ask what inspired you to add that random strand? The one that made such an intricate and beautiful design?<br />
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Do you burn it? Hoping the sorrows blow away with its ashes?<br />
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Or do you carefully place it in a box, that you hide in the depths of your closet, along with the rest of those memories. Where you know its there, but its possible to semi forget?<br />
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I have a basket, that serves no purpose.Ally Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04652435858543394921noreply@blogger.com0