When you need me, I am here.

a long time ago
the times we had were so and so

tonight it's all the same as the one before. a green bound history of a young innocence raised into a mature hate for you to manipulate and invert. lie and reverse. the bed i made for you to sweat out your guilt and frustration into all those long nights. all those long nights of reaching and hoping in dark, but concluding in self hate and denial. ( Read more... )

These nights keep getting longer. I try to sleep, but the stinging pain of light hurts all the same immersed in dark. I remember the day use to fade softly into night so subtle and unnoticing, but now in a harsh blink I find myself under dim light illuminating the sidewalk under my feet. My bed is too big without you and the breeze flows in swiftly ( Read more... )

Today I saw this sign that said 'slaughter', and I kept staring at it nonchalantly when all of a sudden to my surprise the s started flickering and eventually went out so then the sign read 'laughter'. I thought this was ironically amusing.

What am I doing, I don't even use livejournal.

Its getting harder these days. I keep my life in the freezing cold tunnel, alone and thoughtful. The sun's rays, peaking through the creviced ceiling, still reflects off of my hair, but this gloomy design is poor and light years from what it should be. Here I scribble on brick walls, bold and prominent, but no one bothers to acknowledge. They erase ( Read more... )

Sunday is gloomy ( Read more... )

I don't think I can feel anymore.

I'm getting on with the getting on.

Don't worry.

You are all a joke.

      creating is love