finding peace. one day at a time.

things dont get better, but you (yourself) do.

just the right (wrong) place at the right (wrong) time.

poetry, you are to me.

"I will always remember the flowers delicately placed upon the table, the comforting and recognizable scent of herbs suspended before the open window or the soft, warming sunlight that unobtrusively entered between dangling seashells. How I longed to be an object adorned upon her wall, the needle in her hands - to be an object of her “beauty ( Read more... )

our love is over. we've known it was coming for far to long, so why is it suddenly so hard to breathe?

"look! the clouds are seated in single file" he said, "they are our audience." i dipped my toes gracefully in the water and he sang. (frigid, but we wanted to put on a show.) in our secret and sweet rocky hideaway, with only the clouds to watch - sweaters came off for other reasons then just the warm weather. touching darkened skin is the most ( Read more... )

i have lost my job.

i only ever want to bake pie!

static puts me to sleep. those songs that sound like they were recorded in basements, under staircases or from a pocket at a little show are always the best. the ones with coughs and claps and creeks and throat clearings... the sounds of rough and quiet. these are the most comforting sounds. they remind me of my younger self, fiddling around with ( Read more... )