I'd be lying if I said these words didn't cause me to sob incoherance on a few occasions.
And I think you'd be lying to say the same.

There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes ( Read more... )

What a bad start to a pretty day with mundane expections ( Read more... )

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I can't articulate on how drained I feel as of lately. It's not so much that I haven't had enough sleep to function off at all, as I make it a point to get at least 7 hours a night, and it's not like I've been overworked either. As the wise Tori Amos once inquired, "Oh god could it be the weather? Oh god, why am I here? If love isn't forever and it ( Read more... )

not quite achieving relief
but contently
losing my contents.

Help me find them, please?

I find myself thanking circumstance for nights like this. It's these lonely nights I yearn for a hand to hold and a pair of lips to introduce to my own that truly remind me of how friendly my life has so obviously been to me. On these nights, I know that I have everything I could ever possibly need or want and have but one piece to fulfill. Only ( Read more... )