f i was real, i would dwell in dark caverns and intimate places ( Read more... )

I walked across the wide tarmaced plane of the lonely carpark. She was walking inside me, like I had just left her or was just arriving with one light bag over my shoulder. A glowing cigarette in my right hand, to lips, down, flick, breathe ( Read more... )

it was his smell on the bed that i threw myself on ( Read more... )

Everyone/thing here makes me feel empty. It sounds flippant. All the boring events, boring conversations. I haven't felt like this for a longtime, I've been grateful for it. It kept me in normality, from going mad, from wanting more. And that's the funny (if not vicious) circle, because all this would have previously made me go mad. WANT MORE ( Read more... )