what do i write about tonight? the way the shadows dip into the curve of his neck? how it's always in my periphery?

i think. i think i've run out of ink.

last night i accidentally sewed a tentacle on the phone.

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have you ever wondered why there is something incredibly odd about an immaculate sole?

They only want you when you're seventeen
When you're twenty-one
You're no fun
They take a polaroid and let you go
Say they'll let you know
So come on

We only want you when you're seventeen
When you're twenty-one
You're no fun

today's sunrise caught me sleeping,
deep and dreamless

but crawling out of bed
made me

light and insubstantial

that i had to hold onto things to keep me from
floating

into the cold and indifferent floor

so he said "just take your meds, dear"

and i wondered if it could always be that easy


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crashing..

like icarus.

i almost drowned once when i was seven in a public pool where i had been taking swimming lessons that time and my dad handed me this styro-kickboard-whatever-you-call-it thing that's supposed to help you keep afloat so i drifted to the deep end and i kept trying to get on it when i slipped but it couldn't support me it wasn't made for that and the ( Read more... )