As I dig through the depths of my room I uncover secrets, scents, experiences of the past that are surreal at times with memory - as though the time / space continuum created someone else and the me then is not the me now and the connection is one of witness not participant. It wasn't me. It couldn't have been me. It was someone else, the only me ( Read more... )

The haunting past dwells in my mind as I look to it to trace my steps to this point as though it would bring answers to my present direction. Instead it conjures feelings of loss and love punctured. I try to take comfort in the future but with it looking so unclear and so empty I find little warmth. The place that used to give me solace instead ( Read more... )

"I know I've not been around... but don't give up on me."
"Of course I won't"
I lied. The truth would have been "I already have". I had hoped, more than I think I realised, I even allowed myself to expect something.. why? why did I do that ( Read more... )

Don't let me be nice. I'm not nice. I'm mean, cruel, harsh. I'm passionate, spirited, amusing. I'm loving, caring, protective. I'm a bitch. I'm your best friend. Im a tap of many temperatures. For all the things I am and could be by good lord don't let me be nice ( Read more... )

Solace ( Read more... )

Strange, isn't it? One brother moves to Perth, hoping to get to know his family better. I've wondered, when is this getting to know meant to happen. We've seen each other this year less times than a one hand finger count, and no times without other family around. I allowed myself to hope but in that was my failing as my secret expectations came to ( Read more... )

You left a bitter taste in my mouth
No matter what I consume it stays, confusing and foul
I'm not sure how to change the taste
But as I sit here in stagnation I start to think
Maybe purging is the answer.

Why aren't you here? I feel like sitting with you a while. The sun gently falls behind the city and there's a sense of calm in the suburb nurtured by the distant hum of passing cars. There's a patch next to me and its bare. Where are you? My heart is needing company and my hand is needing holding ( Read more... )

Strange dreams. This morning I dreamt I was a sub, oh and it felt sooooo good. It was a bit of an epic dream, as mine tend to be, but this one part of it.. I lost a bet and in losing I relinquished control ( Read more... )

Do all relationships end up being arguments revolving around shitty little subjects rather than having someone say what they really mean?

Or do I just have that kind of intimidating personality where it's easier to talk about slices of pizza rather than greater issues?