how long must i wait?

I'm sure this is all gonna sound really ridiculous and uh... I don't exactly expect anyone to believe all this. Uh... for the last little while I've been kinda keeping correspondance with my sanity, and uhh… I really get the feeling that I’m starting to lose interest in the letter writing process. The pieces of the letters, they just get ( Read more... )

i hate it when i put too much milk in my oatmeal.

i can't afford to make another mistake, like you.

placing my head on this desk, i get the spinning-room sensation.

although, i never taught him how to play dead- i just knew that would break my heart. so, when i got home yesterday; from the storm, to find out he died the previous night... well my heart did break, and knowing that he's in the backyard; but i cant let him in- it kills me ( Read more... )

i'm walking;
lighter than i ever have before
because, i'm wanting (waiting)
to hear the playful-tapping
of his nails on the linoleum covered floor.

the silence in this house has left me in tears.

i loved that dog.

rest in peace... rest. in. peace.

rot, rotting, rotted, rots.

the sentry shouldered his rifle, fixed the next escapee; sighted the front and rear. breath. hold. squeeze.

i should go to sleep, but rather i'm revising and contemporizing "misery".

mmmm, betrayal... has that acidic flavor of metal;
sorta' stings the eyes, but i taste yours, and not mine.