i showed you our neighborhood, my bars, my school. i introduced you to my friends, my parents. i listened to your texts, your singing, your hopes, your desires, your music. you listened to mine. my italian, my german, a bit of russian. i gave you a walkman, you gave me a pillow. and one day, you kissed me. time went by, time flew, and everything ( Read more... )

there are times when life calls out for a change. a transition. like the seasons. our spring was wonderful, but summer is over now and we missed out on autumn. and now all of a sudden it's cold. so cold that everything is freezing over. our love fell asleep, and the snow took it by surprise. but if you fall asleep in the snow... you don't feel ( Read more... )

the thing about addiction is, it never ends well because eventually whatever it is that was getting you high stops feeling good and starts to hurt. still, they say you don't kick the habit 'til you hit rock bottom, but how do you know when you're there? because no matter how badly a thing is hurting you, sometimes letting go is even worse.

who has never killed an hour? not casually, or without thought, but carefully; a premeditated murder of minutes. the violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past is all you can hope to accomplish. so you kill the hour. you do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. if you sleep, it is not ( Read more... )

it's almost everything that had always been around. but no one noticed it. everything that somehow just got lost and no one bothered to go looking for because they never noticed it was there in the first place. because of that: it ended up killing everything you thought you had a good grip on. every part of your life that you took for granted just ( Read more... )

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