man, for real, fuck some money ( Read more... )

i always say too much. well.
last night i felt a great weight lifted from me. i made peace with the world, with myself. i feel like things are the way they should be. i've been so wrapped up in a great many things that i lost sight of my true position. i remeber now that, as much as i have grown, i stil have so far to go and i still have so much ( Read more... )

my hair is a mess
my room is a mess
my clothes are all worn

my chest is heavy
my lungs full
my stomach full of air
i haven't made peace with anything
nor anyone

i should be sleeping now. this is something i think alot, because alot of the time im awake when i should be sleeping. sometimes i wonder if i have a hard time ever going to sleep because its connected to a deep subconcious fear of dying. i think when im old ill just never sleep, that way i can never die in my sleep, or at all i suppose. my sleep ( Read more... )

once i sat on the toilet so long that my legs feel asleep, not because i had to go that long but because i was reading. when i tried to get up i fell down.

the only time i clearly remember  ever being stung by anything was in the bathroom. i was 6 years old and a wasp flew in the window and stung my left thigh. i think i cried.

i've always had a hard ( Read more... )

stare right through
clear sky, full
silent awareness
pavement drying
dense humid air
walk home
lamp light
intact
back corner
seperated
maybe magnets
otherwise lone 
in color, reinforced
incomprable
shadow, footnote, ghost
north star 

 blah blah blah im a cunt, cant read anymore ( Read more... )

 a million tiny particles float around, im shedding my skin and stepping stones

 somethin like 2 weeks.

for a while there i was thinkin yea but what if?

not muggin

lololollololol

there's this weight in my chest.

it's funny how the seasons change.