well all the apostles-they're sitting in swings ( Read more... )

i'm above ground. i wanna shout it. i wanna scream at you.

i have had this tendency, for as long as i can remember, to shoulder the burdens of those around me as if they were my own.
but it's getting so heavy.
and my arms are so tired.
 

i am very not sure of what that dream meant ( Read more... )

it's almost been too long, i almost forget how to type to you, i feel suddenly intimidated by this blank white box waiting for my words. bite my tongue.

things have changed.

there is a mosquito bite on my ring finger but it ain't no ring.

"it's just, like, hazy days, you know?"

i am going to stop making promises. promise.

there is a heavy stone tied to my right ankle, not a stone, more of an hourglass, this awareness of time and it's passage through my life, i count the hours in every minute, the minutes in the day, the minutes we are together and more and more often the minutes that we are apart. this troubles me. i try to account for these missing pieces of time, ( Read more... )