How long have I known what I am, who I am?

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Do you have any idea what it's like to live your whole life feeling like you're being led through a museum? Like nothing there is yours to try or reach out and touch, like it's all just there on display and only for display. But it's real, it's visceral. It's not like going to an actual museum, seeing remnants of old lives, of past glories, of the ( Read more... )

GIRL'S NAME Lily ( Read more... )

It's so much more rare but there are times the infection creeps back up my spine ( Read more... )

Breathe deep, none of this gets easier ( Read more... )

Blindly stumbling forward, I've been reciting lines from a play that I've no part in, And as the curtains draw my wounds still rough and raw they bleed they bleed they bleed ( Read more... )

I feel a lot of things, and think a lot of things, that I don't vocalize or express to people. People who I want to know about the things I think, the things I feel. You'd think getting older would make me more mature, more confident, more well and out spoken. Instead I have closed tighter the older I have gotten. I used to spill my guts every ( Read more... )

I don't like falling asleep alone. I really miss being affectionate. I dislike that I cannot be affectionate with people I want to be affectionate with. It's kind of a bummer.

I wish my words could change things, I wish they mattered. I wish they helped.

So Ian ( Read more... )

As sun shone in through laced sheets ( Read more... )