I miss you ( Read more... )

The sunset turns her hair into a halo ( Read more... )

I want to be free ( Read more... )

I'm so entrenched in this cycle of failure that I don't know where to begin to end it ( Read more... )

Et il commence encore ( Read more... )

Once again, I find myself sitting in a mess of my own making ( Read more... )

I'm having an intense bout of disassociation. Sitting in a room full of people I can't decide if I'm real or not. The world is turning around me. People are talking. The world flows, and I'm not sure I'm a part of it.

And while the stars fall from the sky I look for you in the shadows and the cracks in the wall ( Read more... )

There comes a time in your life when you must decide what kind of a person you are going to be, what kind of a life you are going to lead. Will you follow what you have been told, or will you find your own answers ( Read more... )

Peeling back the layers, all I find is rotten and decayed. When did I become such a coward that I can't even say what I want to who I want ( Read more... )