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Actually, The Antagonist.
I can see it happening all over again. I am playing some old recording over again. I am attempting to fix some past mistake, maybe. Every demonstration is played out without thought. Each step flawlessly taken to a long and arduous routine. The end is so obvious I am stopping time to avoid it. Nothing can be attained if I continue down this path. I ( Read more... ) -
The Seen.
Sit down folks, the epilogue is just beginning. Don't fester about presumptuously thinking all is lost. Words can still flow after the darkness enters and the credits start to crawl up the wall. The amiable side of me wants to run with the rest. Everybody knows nothing of importance is ever added after the end. I never liked to consider stories ( Read more... ) -
Restless
The evening begins to draw itself to a close. Stencil marks and used rubber from old erasers pervade themselves across the scenery ( Read more... ) -
The Silly Woes of Teenage Romance
there was a time when someone said I was their sweetie. Hm... -
Wholly desired.
Tonight, it hurt. worse than usual.
Je suis Tombé -
To live:
I keep hoping that I'll wake up and things will be different. I'll feel different. I'll know. There is something I am meant for... I hope. I don't want to just be here then "complete". I want something verifiable. Something to show. I want life to breath through the mundane existence. I want to feel, if only for a moment. So bland, so dry. Did I ( Read more... ) -
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
Fleeting, broken down ways to excommunicate. We don't argue, we don't fight the ancient and outdated. Accepting the fate that drives us to disaster ( Read more... ) -
Adaptation
Slowly growing out of control... Blissful, arrogant, spiteful, predictable, repetitive, habitual. The Hero falls from such great heights. Sinking in his own woes, he twisted outside of reason into the man he'd been running from. The taste is dry, cracked, chippy. The taste of remorse rests uncomfortably against his taste buds. Feelings draw out ( Read more... ) -
I feel sick thinking about it.
1. You Got away I am still not okay with this ( Read more... ) -
oops
I've become the taint of the town.