remember how the fallen leaves created an illusion around our feet? perfectly entwining their veins as too protect us from the mundane greyness, which desperately tried to force down barriers and pull itself deep inside of us. little horrors inflicting pain upon acquaintances and close friends alike - someone said we’d be the envy of the nation in ( Read more... )

you see sometimes. things just get that bit too much. and sometimes, i just get a little quiet. and i miss the wind whispers; your eyes, so clear so sharp. your words so hurtful.
stinging the edges.
almost as if
you have split right down the middle and i picked the wrong half.
save the right half for the beauty that stumbles. i pick up all these ( Read more... )

watching conversations is becoming painful, its not that i dont want to, i just haven't the energy. the motivation to separate my lips and mutter sentences that will be ignored. and everyones so quick to tell me they're dying inside. and i just want to rip at my skin, tearing a perfect straight line right down my front to let the noise flood slowly ( Read more... )