Sometimes I wonder what it's like to not be the particular shade of solitary I am ( Read more... )

I pulled hungrily at wayward air to rustle the stagnation of my own ( Read more... )

Simple songs and soft looks. Quiet worries and loud changes ( Read more... )

"YOU DON'T GET TO BE MAD, YOU DON'T GET TO ( Read more... )

The peach sky will have to be my mixer for the evening. Something soft and sweet to dull the sting of warm, cheap vodka and the desiccating haze of the cigarette I jokingly kept in my desk for the past couple years and finally decided to light. I'm not sure why I'm dipping into either. Well, the booze is obvious, though I didn't think to grab ( Read more... )

It's the spring snow ( Read more... )

"People like you don't usually seek an emotional connection. Good luck."

I've disengaged quite a bit from a procedural pathway of life. I won't stomach patience. Not anymore.

Everything is about to change. In font or format; it's pressed up against me.

My job, my living situation, and perhaps the entire blueprint: I'm about to rustle the whole thing.

There are times I get carried away. But fuck if that's not what I was built for.

Still left ignored by sleep ( Read more... )

And sleep escapes me.

Oh you angry aspect, oh you contrived counter. I don't need you anymore. I integrated your best parts into my own production. I fixed this. I think I actually made it better without the scraping you brought. That was a big triumph for me.

Why are you here?