difficult not to feel a little bit disapointed.
and i threw you the obvious, just to see if there's more behind, eyes of a fallen angel
eye's of a tragedy.
difficult
not to feel

disapointed.

where do i go from here. i feel like the devil is tugging at my skirt hems, an dpulling me under. i'm losing ( Read more... )

HEY Mr. Blueskies, MR. BLUE - SKIES!

please tell us why, please tell us why you had to hide away for so long.

nothing much to say when your high above the muckie-muck.

loving.

I danced inside of music. and that is where
you
go.
when you don't know where you are.

and those are the times when you are exactly,
where,
you should be.

the end.

today i should have gone to work. but i didn't. today i knew I should have gone before deciding that I wouldn't and while deciding that I wouldn't and even more so after. Today I feel guilty. Today i anticipate a lie that I will have to tell in order to go back. Today I think of ways to keep my lie unfalse and general. Today I add a wrong to ( Read more... )

for much too very long a time I spun around and round in circles and in loops. for just as long a time i tried so very hard to run away and to escape. Maybe for even longer, I felt very hurt and robbed of any worth or mellow warmth. There were techniques involved and often with fit subtleties reform of them. The world was blowing at my windows ( Read more... )

minor incident. this could have been alot less than or more than what it grew towards ( Read more... )

'let me start something new,' is what i have as a frequent forethought in most of my adventures, but there's rarely any fresh fruit on the trees worth picking off with breathy climbs and scratched up knees. i had something old once and i cared for it in a childish frenzy, it is still had but not as plentiful or rich. it is much less mine. and so ( Read more... )

i haven't been myself lately.

either that or I have, and i wasn't before.

Yesterday afternoon was the first time I left my room in weeks. The girl that I love leaves yellow flowers on my pillow every morning and I am full of tempor and reprise.

I'm sorry for the sun on thursday.