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We met again with the deepest blue, tempting us with his depthless eyes.
They seemed to ask, "Where is your will?"
Unable to answer, we averted our eyes, trying to come up with an excuse. a fault or two. an understanding to make understood.
Silent minutes passed by agonizingly and the unanswerables hung onto the stagnant air between us, mocking us, as ( Read more... )

I'm in a pickle. a pickle jar ( Read more... )

mind shelves full of dusty locks and keys ( Read more... )

The malnourished box, with her steady diet of ball-point pen ink and notes in d-minor, peered excitedly over the edge of the dust-blanketed cheap wooden shelf. and with splinters digging into all six sides of her corrugated being, she exhaled the moldy cotton and rust, closing the flaps of her dog-eared eyes, and collected a dozen more bloodless ( Read more... )

inevitable, unstoppable transformation ( Read more... )

i feel like i'm constantly getting hit over the head with bad cases of adhd ( Read more... )

for once we agree ( Read more... )

the night fucking came and went.
another day poorly spent.

regret shows up late, if ever showing up at all.

hey
i don't know who you are.

If only things could be simpler.
She tries to recognize the faces, but their countenances blur. Constant shifting motions. The humming of the reel as the crank rewinds setting the past in the present, their voices all combining into one big climax and then, a hush, as the tape reaches it's end and one static image burns on the screen, the monotone ( Read more... )