six days of languishing on hot hot sand.
five nights of fanged babies, crushed cans, and jello.
four days of couch naps.
three times toasted skin.
two nights of coccoons.
one day of disappointment.

Conquest ( Read more... )

things are just getting progressively better and better.

forgetting is forgiving.

new friends, a baby bunny, and reservoir dogs.

it's good.

everything will be okay in the end.

if it's not okay,
it's not the end.

i hate my brain.

i almost forgot who i was
now no one really knows
taking comfort in written words
feeling sentimental for days gone by

i'm not as strong as i thought

the more i chase the faster he runs
he doesn't need to be running
because i'm not trying to catch him.
i'm just trying to hold.

why?

there's 2 years and there's 5 days.
think about it.

it's not good having this many things inside my head, fighting to get out.
especially when there's no one to share them with.
i've lost so much weight.
i hope our connection is dusted off and cherished again. i feel like it's being neglected/ignored. we just need to see eachother.

everything's going to be fine.
i just need to get my thoughts out. get ( Read more... )