Sometimes I need to be alone to keep myself together.

"Traffic is killing me; I'm going to be late ( Read more... )

I knew that whole "sweaty" from "biking" thing was a guise. You probably just stood by the vegetable misters waiting for me to walk through.

Sunday's such a sober town ( Read more... )

How hard for the covers to be pulled from their slumbers,
but a ghost never gives up its sheet.
Tell me, is it the same for the rattling chains or whatever you wear when you sleep?
You remember the time that I told you to take off your clothes?
You were naked as a window.
But I'll take all that nothing over nothing at all.
I'm just a hallway for ( Read more... )

As much as I've tried, I've never been able to fully trust people with light eyes; it's as if some part of their soul was washed away with the haphazard luck of DNA. I've never had a bad experience, it's more of a haywire intuition. Making eye contact with them is difficult, and when the sun hits their irises, it's like they're an alien species

Tonight, I am prone to ceaseless pacing. I am glad the downstairs naught but an empty stage, and not a private residence, as they would be driven mad by my incessant footsteps. I can't sleep. I have to rise before the sun and sit exams into the late afternoon, and then dance tonight for the drunks that stumble in to celebrate a holiday they ( Read more... )

Keep your ghosts to yourself ( Read more... )

It's difficult, getting past this stage. I've always been very bad at admitting my mistakes. Whenever I'm in an argument, It's takes so much for me to back down and to acknowledge that, perhaps, maybe I was wrong about something, even little things, though I'm hoping that I am getting better. Now, what happens when I start to realize, more and more ( Read more... )

She has an ink black rosary on her hand ( Read more... )