If I keep smiling than no one needs to know, that I think about you day and night, and night and day, sometimes even waking up just to make sure you're still there, silently sitting inside my mind and then I sleep again hoping I will see your face ( Read more... )

It looks like you are really good at putting your ghosts to sleep. In fact you are able to kill them.

I'm almost gone, slowly fading. If that pleases you, then something good came out of this.

I love you but it's not based on anything you say or do. It hasn't got anything to do with anything I can see, or touch. It's just a feeling. And that feeling has become my whole world now. I can't put your ghosts to sleep, but I can touch your face and look at you as if noone in this world exists. I can exist just for you.
We never needed words.

You think you know, and then you don't know. You think you see, and then you are blinded ( Read more... )

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Ok. Well Claudia said I should post. On livejournal. So I will. Myspace is nice for music, but not so nice for photos. They turn into pixeled goo.
So.
Claudia also said we should photograph a fire. I'm so lazy. I should really kick my ass and get up and DO stuff.
I'll show you some here then, shall I?
(who reads this? hello?)


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I don't miss you as much, not more than a part of me overgrown by wild flowers and detracting from the pain. An insult to such beauty. The heart away always away, uncertain, unknown, fly up. move down, centering and listening, the speed in which we develop/ envelop ( Read more... )

I was daydreaming. I poured gasoline allover your naked body and then I set it on fire. As the flames licked you I imagined it was my tongue doing the same thing. I almost regretted this act of violence. You are very pretty naked ( Read more... )

I'm not your soul. I clench to your thighs like a brazen fire, clinging and unwanted. Fire against fire. my bull-skin protecting me from harm. Callous whispers from a mindset so often confused with desire. Cruel tears I cry but they've dried up now. Your horns swiftly move into my skin leaving small tiny holes that never fully heal. Pretty pictures ( Read more... )

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