new journal.
just a different place to hide my head.

follow along?

http://users.livejournal.com/thisproximity/


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i could write if there were words
large enough to fill the void
i fear the sidewalk will swallow me
and this city will never be the same
without your calloused hands guiding me
through hardships and shortcuts

i dont know where to go from here.

let's get
oh, can we get
back to the, back to the, back to the garden
where lofted heads are welcome

ideas are brewing.

sometimes i speak in tongues
and the language is reversed
and everything hits the ceiling
except my feet
which remain planted to the carpet
i reach for candle wax
and the ferns
in hopes of fixing the damage

i didnt mean those words.
i didnt say those things,
something else took over...
the ghost of someone else.

im tired and i never sleep.
i draw.
and its never good.
but i cant stop.
i cant stop my hand from making curves and lines and i wonder where its going to go.
im always taken by surprise.
but it never looks okay,
its twisted and contorted and makes me wonder why the talent had to skip me.
my father stole it all.

in the restless hours
at the days end
my mind wanders into
hallways full of
fingertips and
ripened eyes.
i follow your lead
palms pressing
onto thighs...
i sigh.

why am i awake at an absurd hour of the night?
because im watching gene simmons family jewels.
and why would i be watching this?
because im in love with nick, of course.
am i wrong in this? no? anyone else happen to think hes absolutely beautiful?
okay, i hope so.
greatness.
<3

oh healing powers please come to me. there are hearts falling all around me.

i cant get through this
and i dont know how to talk my way out of it
and im sinking and ive stopped trying to get
my head above water

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