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well, fuck, at least it's raining
i'm way too tainted, already. nature shouldn't even allow me to think about the future, even near future. i don't even remember what it feels like to be confident in something, anymore; let alone just to have that sort of naive outlook that only shows up after a series of positive things, but i want it -
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uʍop ǝpısdn p1ɹoʍ ʎɯ uɹnʇ oʇ ǝɯoɔ1ǝʍ ǝɹ,noʎ -
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and then your voice carried the wind and scrawled itself in thick-fingered script into the coastline while I watched, and it hurt so bad as each breaking appendage grabbed for and claimed pieces of our minds back. looking at it, something more permanent would have been a waste. those lines were never so noteworthy and we were lucky for those ( Read more... ) -
don't blow it, you
What happened to those times when I could gush and gush and have some longevity behind those strokes? And maybe it's because I can feel my feet tendering and pink and heavy and fusing to the sidewalk, but now lines on paper are too staunch, intimidating, and who am I qualified by to preside and pass judgment on even a pen tip? I'd rather have ( Read more... ) -
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"it's a mystery how one woman can drive you crazy over and over again."
