we're all tangled in a web, strung by random acts of mindlessness.
senselessness.
i'm losing the feeling in my eyes.

i think back to that time, and i have to hold my breath. if i exhale, i'll let all the memories, out through my mouth and eyes. stay focused, just stare at that photograph.

i don't know how we got this distant. and i don't know if it can be fixed.

if i had the answers for her, i'd give them easily. my thoughts are sluts, desperate to take their clothes off and be liked better for it. but who really likes a slut? that's where this is going anyway ( Read more... )

making words making sentences but rarely making sense. they could if you really looked, though, like one of those pictures that just look blurry but you're supposed to stare for a while, relaxing your mind, and BAM! there's a dinosaur ( Read more... )

if my hands weren't bleeding and bruised, i'd hold on a bit longer ( Read more... )

fuck this. i'm getting really sick of it all.

i hate too much.

it's such a shame i can't remember ( Read more... )

i fall under the category:  other.

according to some, i'm complex, lost, blowing in the storm, in need of an anchor ( Read more... )

almost anyone,
almost anywhere else.

and i swear i'd almost be happy
but i can promise that i'd probably be happierexcept... what is happiness but a smile ( Read more... )