sometimes i wonder if i am just in love with you. and this is all of it.

walking backwards makin sense
cant keep my eyes closed
cant keep my mind slow
running from the words
that make up 'you'
makin haze from the dust
in the bed
gotten all mixed in with
the sky;
but, i cant be in love with
the moon forever.

lucco painted kisses, crisp in the summer's new warm air; never going to miss the feeling of being alone

-white tongues hang outtt

No wait till September ( Read more... )

maybe it will hit us all at different times,
one morning, ill wake up
numb, still, silent-
the weather could be pushing me over,
and i would not
make a sound.
frozen and certain,
that nothing could
fill it all up, nothing could
make it go away.
no amount of highs,
lows, there-then-go's,
just real understanding
that it will hit us all
eventually.

"all i can do is be me, whoever that is"

being here, i feel like all i know is myself. yet, i am totally aware of the fact that i know nothing about myself. so, it puts me in an inevitable bermuda-triangle-esc-place. my day is planned to a T; get up, clothes laid out, brush teeth, dress, class, breakfast, run, shower, library, dinner, read, sleep. and in all of this, i am entirely by ( Read more... )

"everything is just a version of something else"

sometimes i feel like all i am doing will never be enough; like i am floating in the middle of the ocean and my head is an inch above water, and the rest of me is heading south, my arms flapping, struggling to hold on. what if no one ever sees me, no one ever sweeps me off my feet, no one ever finds themselves within myself ( Read more... )

serotonin drip from your lips and i am (finally) drinking up

missssssssssssing someone is amazing