just a little sad. nothing to worry about, right? it'll pass. probably just stress mixed with uncertainty. shaken, not stirred. i'll be fine. i'll be fine. one day, maybe i'll even be more. just a little alone. but it'll pass. and i'll be fine. someday, maybe even a little more...

make a wish

my, my, my, isn't everyone just the broken poet these days? he wants to swim inside our minds. 2am snuck around, tiptoeing through the thorns & glass just to find me. the passive hour. 3am, my witching hour, and the time when all the world turns neon and vibrant to my pores. the music is no longer a sound, but a stream of egglpant satin that swirls ( Read more... )

eyes closed. the world is brighter now from the sun seeping in through the windows in front of me. but i do not get up. i fight to keep those eyes squeezed tight. i fight the onslaught of day that will tear you away from me. i do not wish to awaken from the dream of us. the rays of light find our bodies, permeating the weak defense made by the ( Read more... )

i was coerced into coming here. but if ever anyone were going to coerce me, it most certainly would be my rachel. i love them most when they are new like this. they feel perfect in the beginnings. i am sure i will grow quite disenchanted with this, but, like a child with a new toy, i am sure this will receive the largest sum of my current attention ( Read more... )