Well it's so easy to be witty in retrospect ( Read more... )

i'll put my suitcase here for now, i'll turn the TV to the bed, but if no-one calls and i don't speak all day, do i disappear?
- everything but the girl

creamy
between you
& him

*

originally written as a 5 stanza poem. don't think the rest of the four will amount to anything. these three lines are sweet enough and so i shall leave it at that. i think they are good lines.

bailey’s ( Read more... )

the air pervades with translucent grayness. it happens when the sun turns it back at us. it's the time of the day when the stillness of neither nor creeps into the heart. because it is no longer day and night has yet to make it presence felt. an uncertainty that is stagnant, almost vulnerable. and the wind blew too hard at this time of the day ( Read more... )

i think the weather is nice today. the sun is merely illuminating, not imposing its heat. and it's windy where i am.

i like the way my hair look today.
i like what i wear today.
i am somewhat coordinated (*please inject laughter here*)
so it should be a good day for me. or i will learn to make it a good one. or least a substantial one.

i woke up and thoughts began to find their inner ways into my consciousness, much faster, more snide than my ability to block them out. so they wondered; the unsettling insecurities, the kind of thought that can push me to the brink of schizophrenia before i can figure them out and have them rest their screams in my head. but these thoughts, these ( Read more... )

we often mistook resignation for understanding; and vice versa
and it's a very dangerous presumption to take

we can understand that certain actions were taken in the fist of anger, regardless of how drastic or uncalled for. but we can never understand anger itself as a raging emotion.

i think this speaks for me ( Read more... )