I already forget how I used to feel about you.

as the dawn of tomorrow morning breaks, may its light cleanse me and give to me a fresh start. for it's no looking back on how i was brought to this point. and the chains will be brittle and easy to break. i will finally begin reaching the place that has been illusive to me for too long. the things that have been hiding in the shadows of the back ( Read more... )

of course, only listening to the songs to remind. some sort of sadness. loneliness. it's easier to feel pain. easier to feel sorry for myself. another way to be unmotivated. another reason not to move on. got to keep the wounds fresh. the passenger seat empty again. hasn't it always been? it's my fault. burning bridges. my lack of trying to change ( Read more... )

never a day goes by that you aren't here...in some part of my mind. in some part of my heart. maybe it's just the shadow of you. the ghost of the memory of you here. i've the feeling of missing some big part of myself. it's gone. you're gone. you've been gone. why does this have to hit me so hard right here right now?

relapse.

as i think about ( Read more... )

it's funny how memories work. just the incy-tinciest thing can bring back so much. in this instance i layed down on the floor next to the airvent to cool down. i used to do that nearly every day in summer when i was young. and it reminded me of backyard football and riding bikes. it saddens me that i've lost touch with all my neighbor friends. i ( Read more... )

we make stories of strangers we see. the texas gentleman dreams of seeing the northern lights. we make our own designs in the sky. the big burly bear is jumping across the horizon, so he can get the bowl of honey on the other side. it's a rare occasion when we say no words, but we understand the comfortable silence to be sweetly savored. your ( Read more... )

breakneckspeed, time can fly. in between so much changes. details are left out, yet they seem most vital. apparently it's a non-reciprocal notion of "it's okay if we never say anything again." so here's the instrumental section. the part where the only words we know are the ones in our heads. will this part end for us? will we just leave all the ( Read more... )

i find myself in a routine. and each weekday is like one. seperated only by 8 hour increments of sleep. awake. something to eat, never a healthy choice. then on to work. boxes. more boxes. then half-dead i mope to the car and look forward to the peace of driving on the empty streets. only sign of life outside my windows are the white vans making ( Read more... )

farther and farther away our flight. unconciously aware this is wrong. it was ours first, you say. and the old parts of town moan and shake and the emptiness can be felt in the air. here we are, so far south. only one color. always seperate. pavement is boundaries, too scared to cross. your misconception and your too quick to judge attitude is ( Read more... )

my senses have forgotten the taste...the smell...everything that once reminded. not on purpose but because it's been so so long. and that's okay. i'm okay with that. i just hope it's not the same with everyone. i hate it when faces just come and go ( Read more... )