I almost erased this thing. I hated it. I hated what it had become. I've had a livejournal since 9th grade. Maybe even before then. Before it was cool. But right now I am glad that I have it. I am glad that I didn't listen to the little voice inside that screamed delete delete! Delete all those memories. Because it is times like this in utter ( Read more... )

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one. two. breathe.
inhale.
one. two. three.
exhale.
...someone stop these hands from shaking...

i tend to keep getting caught up in my past. the way things could have been. they way things should be. all the wrong i did and all the ways that i could and should change them. but i can't. realtionships ended. the right circumstances not available at that time. the only thing constant is the mist from my eyes and the dust that keeps flooding my

Alabaster floors line these eyelids.
Foggy still laden breaths struggle.
Trampled.
Stuffed.
A pockted picture wanting out,
needing smiles.
Air.
Memories.
Time.
A small simple break,
of the heart.
From these hallways,
Voices.
Assignments.
Books.
Lining these bricks,
florescest lights.
Oh, those alabaster floors.

So long sweet summer,
I stumbled upon you and gracefully basked in your rays.
so long sweet summer.