drunk ( Read more... )

the word 'need ( Read more... )

Things are good.

I smile for no reason and turn my face towards the cool breeze of the electric fan.

Earlier today, while I smoked a cigarette that I didn't really want, the sky turned the deepest grey. So deep that it sucked all the dirt out of the air, and off the ground into it's hues; it's presence.
So deep that it sucked me in.
And then it began to rain.
And dry up again.

Now, birds continue to chirp.

I don't know what I'm feeling ( Read more... )

how lucky to be so unusually free

you and me,
under the apple tree.

I quit my job ( Read more... )

really, I have nothing to say ( Read more... )

lighting cigarettes on the stove, because everyone took their lighter with them ( Read more... )

small talk makes me think that life is so mundane ( Read more... )