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Apr 11, 2006 16:52

i have this fear (that i am fucking up), that one day i will be gone, and i will have not found the most honest rhythm of trickle and bursting that will keep me sane. i am scared that i am not good enough, of not startling, of being the face in the shadow that never reveals itself because the shadow gives it more substance. i am scared of moving ( Read more... )

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saltwaterkill April 11 2006, 17:19:18 UTC
you are always loved.

your shadow is your's. Your face illuminates darkness. you are luminary. and light. and love embodied.

breathe well.

" i am not a suicide
so i must be one of the fittest"

so much
so much
so much

everything.

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youaremysofa April 16 2006, 20:59:21 UTC
achach ahhh sheebop
i would like to see or hear you
i tell people about you, and sharing the beach, goopy potato things and mermaid (jay wears the parade shirt around)

ps-i am taking a dumb dumb class on russia, for the animation, but i got put in the poetry instead, over intellecutualized everything, fuckin rottting fungi nippledrops

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mister_siegal April 11 2006, 17:49:16 UTC
You know I've been feeling much of the same lately, and you should also know that I've always considered you to be one of the most thoughtful, interesting, and genuinely good people I know.

And remember: Sanity is boring, and insanity, while often given a bad reputation, is usually just a unique way of seeing the world (which I know you have).

Explore. Yourself. Your surroundings. Your everything. I know you'll find something.

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youaremysofa April 16 2006, 21:01:13 UTC
thanks andrew
thanks for typing up those pandemonium poems on myspace
whenever i got caught in that trap website, im like why am i here? i have no friends...? i need to get funnier pictures....suck down esteem, and then i read those poems and "lol" everytime.
(i am exploring, some peopple here are nice, but there is a strange void of unaffection)

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peacock kin wingstutters April 12 2006, 03:43:56 UTC
Yours is the face i look for in shadows in names in sidewalk cracks in mirrorswatertraintracks in charcoal in poems in music and in air

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Re: peacock kin youaremysofa April 16 2006, 21:02:41 UTC
hubbah ubbah uh ahhh
i save things for you in my head. burst this crown inside out when i think of you (so much and often)

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