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the aftermath
hangover is a bitch. -
save her the sorrow.
I'd open up the moon for you.
Just come down soon. -
prologue, epilogue, monologue.
Yes, give it all. Yes, it somehow failed in the beginning--which is why there was round two. But it had to be good. Had to make it better.
And then she thinks when there's no one visiting tonight. Wonders how it will happen again, how she will feel alive and amazing again. Waiting for a figure to open the door and say goodnight, sleep tight, I'd ( Read more... ) -
3 weeks
Short kisses, sleepovers, skinny hands, broad sternum. It hurts to think, to feel, to regret. Yet everything continues. I can only speak in code because the truth hurts. -
(Untitled)
I discovered something and it feels good.
The biggest change just happened in my life. There is guilt, sadness, grief, regret. But sometimes, enough is enough. Sue me if I'm too much of a cold, selfish, heartless bitch. (Ouch, by the way.) -
static
I want to feel. I want to fill up this void I carry with me every day. I want to experience the tangibility of it all again. -
college.
I have 13 days before I leave this home for a while 4 years. I'm sure most of you are familiar with this predicament: buying and sorting out your fall/winter wear, and filling your suitcase with all the stuff you can bring. It's a tiring, gruelling process. How much of my past (and even my present) can I bring into my future when space is so ( Read more... )
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