the sound of the dishwasher ( Read more... )

you've had seven hours of sleep ( Read more... )

iamtired. theend.

dear brother, please be safe ( Read more... )

the lights are too bright, eyelids too heavy, heart too slow. you're building this up to become something that falls. (willwintereverbeover?) you struggle with the snow beneath your feet, your shoes are cracked and worn and the snow seeps in. making your feet wrinkle and bleed. waiting at bus stops seems too hard. the wind biting at your legs, ( Read more... )

and i'm awake in the ( Read more... )

my fingers hurt from texting you ( Read more... )

nothing else is like, stealing ( Read more... )

remembering drunken nights. sitting on play structures or smoking cigarettes. finding it hard to write anything. where does inspiration hide? the snow is melting again. it's april in winnipeg and i'm feeling random. i wrote half a song today. chords. strumming. lyrics make the days go faster. i don't want this sunday to end. 8 hour days are long. ( Read more... )

sometimes i still crave cigarettes.
especially when this city starts
to get dirty with melting snow.