( what a wonderful day for bananafish. )

i used to be afraid of being alone. and now i just embrace it. what else can i do. your war has been declared. and i am in the middle. and these bullets graze my ears, but i stand strong. because its what i have to do. its what im meant to endure. i am a rock. for people to lean or step on whenever they feel the need. but what else can i do. i am a ( Read more... )

the sky burns red sometimes when the earth is swallowing the sun. and somehow a new sun appears just as brightly in the morning sky. nothing is ever destroyed. the world revolves for a reason, so that everyone upon it will be able to stand in the same spot in the universe more than once. and in a way, our bodies are aware of this spinning, though ( Read more... )

( your thumb on my tongue. )

and i guess this is how these things go. and i guess this is something that happens. and eyes stay dry and fingers crossed. and words are given which can never be taken back. but they are received with a smile. because what else can you do when the world falls down in front of you. hands that once felt some sort of warmth become cold and shaky. im ( Read more... )

watch your step, he says, and proceeds to run head first into the world. and we would lay sometimes between the sheets and stare up at the colorless sky which seemed too far to touch, too close to forget. and no one understands why we prefer bikes to cars or reds to greens. and we're not entirely sure if it even matters. its just something that we' ( Read more... )

i dont mind the floor. i dont mind the floor if you promise that you wont. and we will lay here side by side under the covers until we cant be told apart be told to part. and we will lay here side by side as one. and you can hold me just as tightly as youd like. just please dont take my breath you take my breath away. and i will kiss your fingers ( Read more... )

je suis contente. and that line plays out over and over in my head on some neverending reel of tape. like that movie about that girl and her soldier man who goes off to fight for the current unpresidented cause. but that is all prearranged; these things just happen. the trees are bare and dying, and these things dont just happen. i miss you. and he ( Read more... )

she sits on a bench in an empty street, her phone in her hand. and she stares at it as if willing it to speak or move or show some sign of affection. though she knows in her heart that even that would be unsubstantial. she opens it up to a picture of some clouds shes never seen, but that she'd very much like to. if only the sky choke back its tears ( Read more... )

there are certain people who walk outdoors for long periods of time, not knowing why. just knowing that to be SOMEWHERE is better than to be NOWHERe. and the see saw which floats up and down squeaks in tune with the rusty swings. an old abandoned vacuum cleaner lies empty on the grass. knowing that it is no longer needed, it waits on its side for ( Read more... )