goodbye.

windswept; tired and worn,
branches breath, forlorn swaying,
cracking and bending - distorted
did they,  leaf and limb,
extend subtle exclamations -
whispered knocks (scraping sanctuary)
fall, turning earthward, silenced,

Reaching for the moon - arm stretching outside the car - I wonder, I wish, someone could be reaching up at that same moon, at the same time. I long for less complicated, far-away times.

I am really fucked up.

I have to stop doing this. If I keep acting like I'm invincible, I will eventually find out I am dead wrong.

Sit on your hands for the new national anthem...

It sounds alot like shit, but it goes on an on

A man who has lost the touch of a woman,
can hardly be called a man at all.

Often, I still wish I had never lost you.
But now, sometimes, I wish we could start over a new way.

That applies to everyone I know.

I have to stop worrying so much for you. I know you can take care of yourself, but part of me wants to help more than I am now.

No. I need to stop feeling this.
For our friendship.
For our wellbeing.
For you.

Dance along the tops of the mountains;
I am still the fuckhead.

I need to say something.
I know if I do, I'll never be heard the same again.

I've almost forgotten what it was like to be alone. One's heart can be scattered in so many locations it becomes impossible to focus ( Read more... )

I'm sorry, I could never love you back -
these disparities; the nine, the touch and the light -
reasons separating fantasy from fruition.
Don't think if things could be different, just don't.
Forget not, I am sorry.

words. fucking barriers, is all.