lying in my bed with you, my mind is not at all where it should be. because i'm thinking of three years ago and snow falling and a certain boy reading romance novels into my ear. of that day we laid close in a room that we thought was secluded only to be discovered in our acts of infinite nothingness ( Read more... )

fingers interlacing
you can almost quell the shaking
the unpredictable beating of my heart

i think that with the pollution here
we could really count the stars
one by one
naming them all--

the same thing
so there is terrible confusion

we are real. everything we think and do and say and feel, our hope and dreams, our aspirations and fears. it is all real and everything matters ( Read more... )

my feet can tell, dancing along the sidewalk ( Read more... )

something about you just fits. i can't place it.
i want to stay in my bed for days, curled up and perfect.
you make me feel so happy.

penny lane
ymca camp lakewood
13528 state hwy aa
potosi, mo 63664

i love getting mail.

your bed reminds me of pretentious strangers
falling into one another
and sharing far too much

your eyes are too deep for me to tell my secrets to
(mine just deceive)

i don't know what you've opened inside of me
it's cutting to the bone

i'm so exposed

the same line three times
the same line three times
the same line three times

i don't know why i get emotionally invested in things. am i just setting myself up to fail?

sometimes, i just feel so fucking good.

this weekend was immensely enjoyable. so many stories, so many people... quite a good time. unitarian universalists are connected to everyone, i've found.

i love the spring.