dear
...you.
i’ve been waiting. my hearts wilting by the second. 
and i don’t know if you’d understand

i've been watching the clock, but my mailbox is barren. 
my phone is silent, and my porch is naked
so now i know
this is it.

i just figured out
that you’re not coming.

so i’ve been thinking that that’s okay
because if i ever went back
nothing will be ( Read more... )

after all my classes had finished on my last day of school, i sat in the library reading e.e. cumming's works for about two hours. i just stumbled on one of things that both amused me and made me feel good inside. it made me happy to think that people could have witty and beautiful thoughts such as that AND be able to communicate them through ( Read more... )

i hate you.

specifically.

if you're reading this, i'm most likely not talking about you... it's another you.
edit: changing this to private. this is about me. and since i'm talking to myself, you.

and i'm still scared

to stick that word in your mouth. you've said it yourself, but if i repeat it as if i know you spoke the truth when you said it, it means much more than you saying it. it means i believed you...

and i just realized i haven't believed anyone in a long time ( Read more... )

so i forgot how irrationally good Sondre Lerche, The Notwist, and The Flaming Lips make me feel. my eyes are welling up with a sort of moist happiness. and i must admit, i like it.

this weekend Tracy and i saw Cursive perform at the Glass House, twice. Raquel and Natasha were with us the first night, and the second, it was just us. on Saturday, i ( Read more... )

Sometimes everything won't be okay.

School is officially out. The worst is over - so to speak. I actually have a will to update, but my eyes are too heavy at the moment. Tomorrow, tomorrow...

It's like we've all got these crayons, each of them in different tints and shades but none more important than the next. Yet, none of us are actually able to see which crayon we have, or even that any color bleeds out onto the page at all. Unable to see how deep each hue runs, some of us decide not to color out of fear. Others still color but with ( Read more... )

My heart, it hurts.

In all the world I have no one but you. Help me to follow you, even though it seems impossible. Help me to trust you as much as I long to love you.

Whatever you're thinking, whoever you are, you're wrong. You could never even begin to guess at what isn't said, nor at what is.

riding on these waves, holding on to what you say. everything will be okay, it will work out one way. but i've drifted way too far, my arms my legs have grown too tired. and could you be inspired now? i'm just tired. and on a swing you push me hard so i'll come back to where you are, and you know i'm never far. no decisions, nothing hard. and if i ( Read more... )