I can't escape the rain and the carwrecks. You can't die this early in the day. Who is going to make my lunch? Who is going to turn on the tv and find the right cartoons? Who is going to keep the sea at bay?

I don't know why I wrote all of these. A series of unremarkable entries after a period of unremarkable silence. I have no right to feel as drained as I feel. But I'm glad it's done. I wish I was done. So I will try to sleep a little. I hope it's a peaceful, dreamless sleep. I hope I'm not here.

there are skylines inside of you

i saw them

bigger than you've ever done it.

broken old memories when i tell you, are you put off by the fact that they still linger ( Read more... )

You have three breaths left in you. Use them wisely. But first, kiss me.

And how good it will feel
to kill the memory of nights spent holding your shirt for the smell.

i'm holding onto every word. keeping them together cause they sound

so

good

i belong to someone already gone.

vibes 09'

i should start keeping a journal like a normal person.

there is always too much all the time
too much
but i manage to look like i'm only ever sitting still staring at the carpet
while i am shifting constantly trying to lessen the pain and understand all the beauty and tragedy i can feel in each moment

but there is too much all the time

a powdered handprint spooks the hunter green hamper.

but honey, your ghost will just have to haunt harder to make me feel even the slightest white rise