i've gone completely mad. i wish i could close my eyes, unfasten the tether that keeps me tied to this hot heavy earth and float away. but there are five fucking fingers curled around my throat...staggering my breaths. i wanna scrub this sky down to a white canvas. dash it with a few well-guided strokes. i want something new cos the way they all ( Read more... )

when i walk all i can feel is the earth spinning beneath me. my feet are tired and they have taken me nowhere.

i am overly frustrated ... and i just want to be gone and done with this.

hair falling on my neck, my chest, my shoulders...on the ground. i feel much lighter, better...but i look terrible. the house has been quiet all night. the walls still and blank. it was only calming for so long...eventually the silence becomes resonant, a constant ringing in your ears. so i cracked open to back door and listened to the crickets. so ( Read more... )

i wanna be spilling with the right words. i wish i could articulate these feelings. wanting to take your hand and study the creases in your skin, the lines on your sweaty, pale palms. i want to live in the quiet spaces: the pauses in our conversations, the studdering between slurred words. i guess you have always been more about shaking things up. ( Read more... )