I have to get it out. All of it. Before it swallows me alive. I feel like an old, beat up, but once beautiful car that everyone keeps trying to restore. Tear out my tattered seats that smell of french fries and beer, tear out the floor that once held up feet at a drive-in-movie, rip out my steering wheel, worn down from the hands of a boy driving ( Read more... )

"But Solya was a candle flame, clear, bright, steady, a candle flame in a window in rainy weather."

I was waiting in the car, getting my daily dose of Vitamin D. The people swirled around me, forcing purpose into their lives by lunching and making important business phonecalls to people in important business suits they would never meet. Buying 2x4's for backyard playhouses they swore they would build and buying foreign beers with artistic labels ( Read more... )

"When the mystery of the connection goes, love goes. It's that simple. This suggests that it isn't love that is so important to us but the mystery itself. The love connection may be merely a device to put us in contact with the mystery, and we long for love to last so that the ecstacy of being near the mystery will last. It is contrary to the ( Read more... )

I feel like i need to get something out of me. like water banging on the doors of the flood gates, letting them know that it won't wait any longer, so it should save itself the destruction and open now. im not sure why i feel this immense urge to write. perhaps because looking over old writing, i find that nothing applies to how im feeling now, in ( Read more... )

hahahaha... YES.


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please forgive my form, dear, for these tiny plastic cubes upon which i press cannot possibly express the love i feel for you. with each click, each tap, my heart grows more frustrated in that they cannot scream to you. these tiny, molded squares grasp sweat and grime from tired fingers, never complaining, only gripping onto their plastic home ( Read more... )

why do i only cry at night, when im in my bed alone? each tear, warm and salty, slowly crawls down my face, searching for escape. we're all trying to break out of our rotting shell and our tears are no different. sometimes i just want to scream out and tell you i love you. scream so hard, my lungs ache and my voice cracks. i want to stop imagining ( Read more... )

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