and i sit and wonder why we are all so sad, treading lightly, with hearts heavy, careful not to bruise our toes. we don't know why and we're not sure when it will change but we hope it will. maybe one of these days when noone is suspecting and the sun is only halfway shining and there is broken glass on the floor, maybe then we'll look up and ( Read more... )

i feel and i feel and i feel and
sometimes i feel for everything all at once
sometimes i feel for just myself
and sometimes those things are just the same
and sometimes i feel like a book without a writer's name

if you ask me what's wrong, i'll say i'm just tired ( Read more... )

oh, the mornings are sometimes so foggy, but I can see with such clarity on days like this. it's on days like this that I know what I want. there isn't much that I want, there isn't much that i need but maybe that's too much anyway. so many people strive for so many different things and most of the time they just seem silly and sometimes this fog, ( Read more... )

star light, star bright,
the first star I see tonight
wish upon, wish I might

forgive me for no wish tonight

so this is where the sky ends,
where things get infinite,
where there are a hundred ways to disappear.

this story is not just pretend,
with a boy wondering
about one hundred ways to disappear.

why is forgetting misadventures always so hard? is it because they always seem to be the most meaningful? maybe the misadventures are failed attempts and it's so hard to let go of things that don't go right because I never know when to concede and why do I always say life is about the questions asked ( Read more... )

I cut off my callouses and said that I quit ( Read more... )

sometimes when life becomes unstitched, it's pretty lonely not having someone to talk to.

I hope you do okay, too.