I think I want to tell you that I'm sorry and I miss you. Both of those things are what I think about. I'm sorry I kept picking on you even when you were so frustrated you locked yourself in your room, and that I didn't understand that you weren't me and weren't coping the same way I was. We had to deal with the same bullshit and the same move and ( Read more... )

I smoke in secret ( Read more... )

Through the summer I slumber ( Read more... )

This is the bare bones of my senior project, sort of a narrative poem statement thing that will go along with a film.Art is grief-stricken ( Read more... )

They say there's truth in lies ( Read more... )

Winter wedding, while walking along the misted moors ( Read more... )

sometimes the moon is so bright ( Read more... )

Moment of silence ( Read more... )

miss the morning ( Read more... )

Aril (This Life ( Read more... )