i got those potato head blues

I am sitting here it is one in the morning and i am disregarding punctuation just read from the heart and things should punctuate themselves i bet already you can tell my mindset is not like the latter or maybe like i cannot remember exactly how i felt last t8ime i wrote but whatever ha yeah it is like that just close your eyes and it all goes away ( Read more... )

my throat swells up when i hear it. to many things are floating in my head and i cannot pick which one i want to write about. it's all spinning. i was feeling happy, then low, but when i heard the notes again i felt my inside tingle. i don't know why. it is not like i am thinking of someone in particular when i hear it...i don't know what it is, ( Read more... )

i feel like dancing. content enough to let the air catch me if i fall and it is complete. my mood is too dynamic for my own good. the slightest note change ruins or brightens my days. right now i feel the latter. yo-yo, haha. even though i have this inner happiness, which i feel is in my gut somewhere, my mind is pacing over something. it feels a ( Read more... )

a glance, is that too much to ask for? hugs are becoming empty, feeling lower than dirt, shifting into shadows, being lost in a whisper, failing to recognize, pealing a layer of skin. it's al the same as it goes on. walk with one, talk with one, see with two, none are fun. blah blah blah i say. i'm a loser. the sky is heavy, i don't want to stand

i hear rustling out side my bedroom door...i think she is here, but i can't look...quite possibly the most amazing, graceful being i have ever viewed from afar. she came up to me today asking if i had some change. i smiled and quickly dug deep into my pocket hoping to find her approval. i don’t why, she already gave me it in words and body, but ( Read more... )

well i decided to reappear which i know is strictly against ghost policy, but even the immaterial succumb to material needs. after reading these entries, things haven't changed much in two years. i guess that explains the black. deep sighs seem to be overpowering sentences. i kind of figured that i was not meant to be as great as my dreams, but i ( Read more... )

how lame was that!

follow follow follow. miss miss miss. ruddle ruddle ruddle. miss this this. first to last or as is from now to then and then and then we have the time? oh the time is to be there or not if you follow, but then you'll miss, what miss? this.

here i am again. it's cold and there's nothing to warm me. no thought, no sheets, fire, nothing. once in awhile i get a tingle of warmth, it rushes through just passingly enough for me to want it more. so i do it again. the only thing i can control nowadays, but that even has its limits. it's semi-autonamic. Nothing really goes on, i'd like to ( Read more... )