I think its amazing how I don’t feel like writing in this thing at all for years but every time, as soon as I see her face, with my fingertips caressing the arch line of the back of her shoulders in such a way that it reminds me of an angel’s wings, look deeply into her eyes and know we are connected in some way, that somewhere inside her I know, I ( Read more... )

waking up to a feeling of devastation from loosing the connection to her in a dream...

time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
time to take a ride
it leaves today no conversation
time to take her home
her dizzy head is conscience laden
time to wait too long
to wait too long........

these conversations kill

i need something REAL. a human connection, something to live for...why am i so fucking attached. i guess she is the last thing i can remember where i felt alive, where i was actually living life...this is killing me. occasionally we are on the same level... i get some hope, maybe she does get it, maybe i can maybe...then, just like that, its gone ( Read more... )

i know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
i know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
why, why...cant it be, cant it be mine.....

"i have almost died trying to feel alive..."

johnnys in the basement mixing up the medicine ( Read more... )

i can still feel you, even so far away...

jane says...
she's goin away to spain
when she gets my money saved
im gonna start tomorrow
im gonna kick tomorrow
gonna kick tomorrow...

she gets mad
starts to cry
she takes a swing but
she cant hit!
she don't mean no harm
she just don't know
what else to do about it

jane says...
jane says...

and i feel this coming over like a storm again...

i am too connected to you to
slip away, to fade away
days away i still feel you
touching me, changing me,
and considerately killing me...