there is an echo of your being
which lingers here,
and fades just as boldly as it
reappears
when i wish it would go
you keep talking in riddles
i keep thinking in rhymes
i keep forgetting
why
you lead me here
when i look up
you are gone

how do i start ( Read more... )

its a spell she spoke in her house made of gold ( Read more... )

Something I scribbled on a receipt while taking the ferry ride home (traveling is so inspiring ( Read more... )

on my way back from vancouver ( Read more... )

longing to feel ( Read more... )

My mind is spinning, blurred surroundings ( Read more... )

staring into the flame i embody this trance ( Read more... )

A reason to wake
There is no need to fake
Burn the bridges till they rust
Pain - the only thing you trust
∞ Eternal is the grief you mourn
Every day we are reborn

∞

are we so simple we can't bare to look past the petty imperfections into the eye of each others soul?
we are so confused...
so lazy and so weak
so easily pleased yet so often does our attention drift
to another place where we can forget
and then remember, again and again