I AM MISERABLE.

the thing is this... i think i love being cradled by the mountains and am glad to be back. when i open my door after four quick weeks the cool air that rushes out of my empty room is refreshing. i've missed it, and replaced with eagerness my trinkets and photos, and stuffed drawers full of clothes that had become accostomed to a cramped suitcase. ( Read more... )

the moment i'm finally completely alone after a month i burst out in tears and my eyes are a faucet i can't turn off.


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it's been over a day, and now we look at different horizons. what does it mean, hundreds of miles between two bodies so normally entwined only a thin layer of warmth and slight perspiration separating? the scent of sleepy skin at a cool eight a.m. is a memory when i close my eyes tight, and clutch the air. i think i know you're there, entity over ( Read more... )

how am i not myself?

how am i not myself?

how am i not myself?
how am i not myself?
how am i not myself?
how am i not myself?
how am i not myself?
how am i not myself?!

hey.... sign your bikes out, SIGN YOUR BIKES OUT!

sometimes i think, infact i do it quite often, and i wonder if everything that i think is real, really is real. perhaps this landscape is nothing but a collection of random objects that have been made into a daily test by our overactive and obsessively compulsive organs called brains! i imagine more than is there, we all do it.... and if you think ( Read more... )

i can trick my body, you should see
how i can! [but my mind won't have it.]

don't worry baby- you are safe inside me.

there's a plethora of beautiful words, BUT ( Read more... )

i used to see trees bend into words
and breezes swirl sentences
and coffee steam caesuras
but i can't even write anymore.

Every true lover knows that the moment of greatest satisfaction
comes when ecstasy is long over and
he beholds before him the flower that has blossomed
beneath his touch.

don juan demarco

"what you fear is what you create."


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