There is a certain time in the night where it suddenly becomes colder. Really cold. It's all dread after that point. It is just when the night is tired. Tired of you, tired of me, tired of being around ( Read more... )

Moved out of my parents, self-sufficient ( Read more... )

Help me find the words.

Give me some platform to work with.

turning every which way
wrapping up myself
with antics of government
with passions of love
with reasons of doubt

its so easy to end
but i cling still on
always wishing it would stop
this fever
of weakness.

Well, here we are again. yet again. The unveiling bags of shit fly. The strong connection that forms when alcohol and state of alone is always what brings us here. You always think that some change is going to happen. It never quite matches your ambitions, and then what can you really say ( Read more... )

I really wish my cat still cared enough to be held ( Read more... )

We are now approaching winter. Winter is always flush with terrible luck and chaos. Winter is never good ( Read more... )

I keep hoping things are going to start making sense, but its only the change of insensibility that i witness. Everybody is so concerned, everyone heartbroken, and everyone lurking. I see all the tired looks. I am starting to feel like the insensitive one around here. I just can't relate with anyone here ( Read more... )

Sometimes, there is no way to make sense of anything. Everything, everyone confused, and what should we answer? I'll never understand this roller coaster of concern nor the levels of intensity in the little things in life. Everyone is growing up, and we are sad, but at least braver. I want to be that scared little boy once more, but I can't afford ( Read more... )

my voice will be lost ( Read more... )