It's 4 a.m. and the alarm clock's set for ten, as the smoke clears and settles to the ceiling. I am coming down from falling for your promises that we won't work. There's no shame in giving in. If I whispered it softly could you pretend I never said it? Her lips barely touched me, sprawled out on the carpet. I'll be gone in a week, and still she ( Read more... )

I have honestly never felt so dead, so empty... So alone. I have some of the best people in the world at my back, and yet, I'm alone. I stand alone. I walk alone. I sleep alone. I am alone ( Read more... )

These falling seconds look like rain. Or even better a punch to the stomach. Faded analogies end up not explaining anything I am trying to get across. Carbon copy after another adorn the walls of every house. How empty it sounds when one can't even forge a path to the door. The illusion of running around with my arms spread open. I embrace this ( Read more... )

This marks a turning point.

There's no such thing as "true friends".

There's no such thing as "true love".

I'm done.

And I'm starting over.