( an admission. )

First thing I've written in eons. Ignore it if it's terrible.

( be[in]tween )

( star light, star bright. )

( writer's eulogy )

( regress. )

thought vomit... free write... writing without thinking. stringing together words... this was the result:

( regurgitation )

it feels strange to write again... it elates me and utterly terrifies me at the same time; because when i am able to write is when i feel the most alone.

( poignancy )

This was actually written awhile ago. Maybe a month or so ago? I forgot about it and recently rediscovered it & felt like posting.

( stillness. absolution. )

i hate this love this hate this love this hate this... I think I keep coming back to hating it... {I can never quite say what I try so desperately to convey}

This is another example of my complete and utter failure to communicate my emotions. Take its meaning with a grain of salt and focus on the writing... if at all possible.

...

( cigarette melody )

This is very very strange. Very long and very strange.

I either love it or hate it. Either with a passion...

( on the eve of execution )