her heart is exploding as she is crawling around this empty crowded space ( Read more... )

when i fall i miss being near water ( Read more... )

it is what we don't say.
so we can be okay again.

until then.
pull the blinds.

write until your pen dies.

this is going through motions.

compromising selfishness.
the constellations hung on telephone wires.

you never forget the way it tears apart.
the rough edges.

today is one of those days i have much time and i do nothing productive with it. for my mind is deep and my heart is sore. i've realized i can not keep people from leaving or coming. it's a basic flow of interaction. it's usually never at the right time. and this can cause an off in my daily life. i spent most of the day skimming through baking ( Read more... )

i am wasting time instead of finishing a really good book, showering , and sleeping. we are insanely busy busy at work and there is no time. and routine has been thrown out the window and it makes me ridiculously irrtated and there is shit where there shouldn't be and messes in the morning and shitty shit attitudes resulting out of stress and ( Read more... )

i want to be a punch in your gut.

the present tense has flipped me upside down in my bubble ( Read more... )

the long stretch is coming to end ( Read more... )

the intention was to come home and write ( Read more... )

congestion of the sinuses suck.