You are precisely everything that I am not, and I have no idea how to impress upon you the beauty that you possess.

with love and squalor,
ekw

My life is rocketing furiously in some indeterminable direction. Everything happens for a reason, but what could the reason for this possibly be? I need a cold beer, and...

with love and squalor,
ekw

I have a peculiar and insistent feeling that we are all connected through varying degrees of overlapping memories, and if this is a comforting thought to some, it certainly is to me. I want nothing more than to be tied to everything I've loved, irreparably. I want to know that as much as I can destroy some things, I can't destroy what connected us ( Read more... )

Whatever gets you through the night, it's all right, it's all right...


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Did it ever occur to you that I feel like I'm both?

with love and squalor,
ekw

The problem is, I give my entirety to those that can only love the unattainable version of myself. As if that part of me is at all separate from the rest of me.

I wish you saw me for what I am.

with love and squalor,
ekw

I know that look, I know this feeling. What did I do to make you start kissing me out of obligation instead of desire?

with love and squalor,
ekw

I don't know what changed in our dynamic, or why I have to wait until you step out of my car and back into your parents' house before I can start crying, but there we have it.

with love and squalor,
ekw

If you drew my outline in chalk on the sidewalk, would my shadow fit inside it when I walked by later? Would it be too large? Too small?

Will I ever fit inside the life that I have made for myself; the life that others have made for me?

with love and squalor,
ekw

I try to find a warm place to bury this regret, but all that I do is pull it closer to my chest.

with love and squalor,
ekw