i'm afraid to sleep
don't wanna wake up again
my fault, my fault, mine

II.

Nerves. I've been rattled again.

"It is the middle of the day ( Read more... )

northern land made from ex-battlefields and amorphous sprouts of wilderness where the air is virtuous and valuble.I ( Read more... )

today i got a postcard which reads:

"love is temporary, sex is forever"

how miserable

my love's better than my word so listen up darling ( Read more... )

this week has made me feel... fortunate. i'm like totally sleeping a lot and playing kimball aquarius when i'm awake. i want to be in the woods for one reason or another and i'm centering my self?

i'm spread as thin as apple skin and still can't find my struggle

old journal entries are awkward.

what's the point of keeping a journal if it only tells you to turn the page?

timetravel.... heeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

i can't get past a few months ago on my entries/// anyone know what i'm talking about? i've written in this piece for over a year and can only review the last 100 or so entries... i wanted to compile a 'best of' and bust outta here, can anyone help?

the pen and paper amass meaning in idleness. they exist outside all the eye's fingers; but when my hand gets itchy i scribble something strange and terrible and desire myself and forget the utensils to which i owe all curse and praise ( Read more... )