it's just a small vial of blood. but it throbs in my memory like a painful, festering wound. it hangs there neatly and quietly. but its image screamed inside my head, it made my fist want to bleed on the walls ( Read more... )

i have terrible eyesight at twilight. everything curiously appears two dimensional; moving images in a picture without any depth. it becomes quite scary when you can no longer tell when your skin is still safe from objects it should not touch; you end up with nasty raw flesh every single time ( Read more... )

two storms passed with me barely noticing either one. mud-splashed sneakers, hair in wild disarray, the biting cold seems to have lost its teeth. that or i have simply lost the feeling, the sensation of being able to recognize pain ( Read more... )

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it is not that there isn't any left. there actually are a lot. but each and every single one is a thought orphaned by words, abandoned and left for dead by those strings and spirits that give it meaning ( Read more... )

i know you and i are no longer alien to stories of what people do just to diffuse boredom; the thing that are more than just a pinch on their own forearms, or a slap on their own faces, just to know that they are still alive enough to feel ( Read more... )

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i never quite learn because i wanted to define mere minutes as if the last 60th second will never come. perhaps that's the reason why i am always late. perhaps it's the reason why i seem to always procrastinate ( Read more... )

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