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Does it happen so fast?
Does it feel like a dream? or does it feel like a day? Perhaps a Monday or a Thursday or a Sun-say what MOTHERFUCKER?! Yes it happened that fast, the wish of my world to be saved. A sudden car crash: family of four tragically separated at birth, they'd gone back in time trying to prevent some crime about a bird and a bee that were never meant ( Read more... ) -
ever growing dimmer
This monster waits for the patient to be asleep in bed. The patience of this patient is derived from whatever was in that needle the doctor puts in his vein. Arsenic and Ruthenium is what the patient is told. Hope countered by futility is all the patient feels through the days. Symptoms of deprivation is all it really is. Deprivation of ( Read more... ) -
...but hidden inside the delusion
And before I go, I make a visit here (to stay?). I twisted myself. I'm sorry. I have twisted myself so much, I no longer look the same. Hard-boiled decisions. I have always handled harder decisions easily. But this is is a deeper wound that needs to heal, but loves the exposure.
The road forks now. My path was never quite clear to begin ( Read more... ) -
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I've come... I came to be me... but then i came to realize that i can never be me.
I've come to begin to understand that i am even less than i thought i was.
I've come to believe that i really don't belong.
I've come... and i wish i hadn't. -
THE_INTRODUCTION_TO_MORNING & the-ever-dream
The faintest hint of desperation lives under this bridge I cross to be on my way. Pacing. Counting steps. It's borderline lunacy ( Read more... ) -
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Where do you hide when someone's ripped the cover off of you? You, the book that you are. Discarded by your reader and an outcast among the others on the bookshelf. Tell me, because I need to know. Every word inside me is mispelled and someone cut out certain letters to spell out a never-ending suicide letter. Paper meets glue. Glue is ( Read more... ) -
ITDOESN'TMAKESENSEITDOESN'TMAKESENSEITDOESN'TMAKESENSE
Updation. Begin. To start, this refrigerated watermelon sometimes tastes like onion. I wish I had a clear understanding of it all. The time is coming closer, by the way. And my ankles hurt. And I'm shivering as I write this. And I wish for what I've only observed. I'm shivering because these socks on my my feet may have holes in them. I'm ( Read more... ) -
Biting skin off the inside of my mouth
Don't read it. Don't read it. Just pretend you did. Just pretend ( Read more... ) -
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I want to have a tea party
by a lake that
doesn't exist, just so I can
have people question my sanity.
I want to come home
soaking in tea, and tell people
that i swam in that lake.
To drown in a cup of tea.
That's the life for me. -
A new season for the weak
Things have never been so strange. But things have never made so much sense before. A reminder: love your life, because at anytime, there is a chance that "okay, I'll talk to you later" will be your last spoken words. Love your life, because it'll miss you more when you've gone away. But who am I to remind anyone of such a thing when I'm only a ( Read more... )