sometimes shit happens, but you have to find a way to pick yourself off the ground. Things spin out, manuver and go to waste. Forever doesn't stay grounded like you thought it would, people you put faith in to always be there kinda wonder away. Steadily. At least they have faith in where they're going, even if it means away from wherever we once ( Read more... )

round two: my stomache still hurts and the room is still pitch black. The smoke obscures my view and I feel highly paranoid. But even the most enduring of us find ways to derive beauty from our pain. I'm becoming cliche. Don't tell me twice. We pressed to our lips and sucked eachothers wounds like honey. It was not melevolent in nature, it was an ( Read more... )

Im walking away from so much I thought would give me a reason to breath. In the end I noticed how deprived of air was because of "it ( Read more... )

I have been anticipating change. and things are changing rapidly ( Read more... )

so... Sid and Nancy ruined my day. It started out amazing, and then I watched that movie and wanted to slit my wrists. Seriously. damn ( Read more... )

I meddled in the future, in all possible futures, trying to create them. Instead they created me... and I became trapped by it.

oh God the future is through this door. They spoke of desert power. I am desert power and nothing can stop what is going to happen. But We always arise from our own ashes. Everything returns later in its... changed form.

I have post cards on my dresser from a place I've never been. I read about seasons I pray to witness and grounds I've never walked on. So many faces to touch. And I would be there to hold his hand, if he would have me. But these are not his words. Paper michete dreams race from his bed posts to catch me when Im feeling grey, and that seems to ( Read more... )

the red on my nails is chipping ( Read more... )

I like to bite my nails ( Read more... )

Im confused about life.

It makes me sad to think sometimes I forget about how important certain people used to be to me. Or how much God was. He is, they are, but everything feels different

I don't feel like the same person. im inconsistant, and I keep finding new black holes that suck me up. I don't know where Im going, or what will secure me.