they are rattling pipes in cellar bathrooms ( Read more... )

It's the first day of college. I'm sitting alone and these people all seem so fucking boring.

they are rattling pipes in cellar bathrooms ( Read more... )

a new season is arriving. some may forget the old to welcome the new, but will it be missed when the time comes again next year?

America's needles and drunk ( Read more... )

Winter's past is bloated with
miserable moments.
and Should we stare straight
down its throat,
we may cut the snow
and salvage the water

You're most likely living on carbon dioxide. Fresh oxygen comes from outside after all, you won't have any of that ( Read more... )

I am constantly stuck on my morphing aspirations. They change so fast, and it is difficult to get a grip on reality when I can't decide what I want to do in life. I know I want to major in English, and I've been thinking of teaching, but the more I think about it the more I wonder if I will be suited for it. Sure, my 12th grade English teacher ( Read more... )

In the morning, do the birds still fly ( Read more... )

On nights like these I enjoy solitude, and I enjoy wanting solitude.