you must have it all wrong, I don't need to be attached. Practice made me perfectly ready for this situation. I would be just yours if you said the word and I would only want to see you twice a week. And this isn't a sweet poem about shit. its just prose. I'm not proposing anything grand. I would be glad being home alone. there is so much more that ( Read more... )

so he writes: and i just really dont know what to say or think but i think its like that time when i saw you for the first time. WHY are your deep eyes so blue? and if you dont mind, what is it like to know what it's like to know you? and your blonde hair drives me wild. yea its just your perfect sense of style and your blue eyes. i always tried ( Read more... )

so I feel like I'm forgetting so much that I need to start writing again/ more often ( Read more... )

wrote this in the subway...went in a direction i didn't expect, its called "forget"

I forget things. Conversations, faces, secrets people spill and ask me
never to tell. My two years in miami, it all just slips away from me,
like the slimiest bar of soap in a prison shower. I forget my love and
when I remember I forget my fears.

last night I dreamt about my money issues and in my dream I went to work at a sensual body rub salon. There was a lot more going on than I expected... people doing things they shouldn't be doing ( Read more... )

last night i birthed a little girl, and zach wasn't there ( Read more... )

Fucking wind...Its so effing cold ouside, I've been daydreaming about going to florida ( Read more... )

Squirm, asshole ( Read more... )

fog ( Read more... )

He says Hide and Seek by imogen heap reminds him of us ( Read more... )