Love. I've found it. My Sign ( Read more... )

All the fucking words blur into an emotional grey cloud of letters and punctuation. They cautiously spell out the end and the beginning of everything I ever felt, and I retreat into my hole ( Read more... )

I need something beautiful.

She keeps doing it...running her fingers though that curly brown hair and then quickly glancing my way. It's funny all the scenes I can run through my head...all dealing with getting her out of that grey skirt and black sweater. There they are again...those dark eyes flashing from behind her black glasses. Can eye-contact constitute foreplay? ... ( Read more... )

why is it that whenever I really want to write, I have no time to do so? gah!

mmm. I miss the chase...the hunt. wouldn't think I of all people would be any good at it, but i am.

im off track and not whole... I used to have spark, spunk, and emotion. Then I fell, and something inside me died and went to hell. It disappeared shortly after Sarah left...and it ends up being exposed even further by attending this school and the people here. Every one of these fucking kids claims theyre here for some noble reason....duty and ( Read more... )

habits dictate who we are

(C) (G) (C ( Read more... )

Politically correct dialogue poured from her lips, and my mind wandered to those things in which I find endless comfort...and then I began to wonder why I have to hide in the fist place. I run from the worst parts of me, and I tend to forget that they're inescapable..at least by running. So, here they are ( Read more... )