- I am writing this to spit in the eye of all my sorrows and the ghosts from my past, telling them this: fuck off and leave me alone.
- My friends are both the best and worst things which have ever happened to me.
- Last night poisoned me; I woke up with a stomach ache at 4 in the morning and I pretended that I wasn't thirsty, I pretended that I was okay, and I pretended that I was not waiting for you... or something like that, something like that.
- I can assure you by doing this I'm erasing more of what was never our's before.
- I don't want to feel love unless I've made someone feel loved.
- It takes an average person seven minutes to fall asleep at night; too bad I'm not an average person.
- These linoleum floors are stranger than fiction, but they see more of me than you ever will.
- Sometimes you have to grow apart to keep growing together.
- The scariest thing I’ve ever known: though you write with feeling, your feelings are wrong.
- Every morning you said to me, "what the hell are you waiting for?" I can tell you, I am waiting to feel good again.
- It isn't silence, it is an undying screeching that's beckoning to me and I let it; I am crawling and my voice doesn't sound like mine.
- This will surely be everything you think about in the shower.
- I’m always lost and focused on years ahead of me, memories I have yet to make and people who have yet to feel compassion for me.
- An epiphany of golden rules, the sentience of truth in these times, I ponder about my field of lilac wildflowers -- I can breathe, rosemary oils and hues of love and violets.
- I wanted excitement, but instead I found constellations in her hands.
- A warmth, a touching, a love, and a ruin, all that night; 2am, news, astral projection and the air mattress. I desire it: to freeze, feel, fold myself, closed like an envelop.
- I couldn't help but think you were so warm.
- It's so lovely, you think you like someone and then you get to know them and then suddenly the butterflies are all grown up, landing from flower to flower and feeling good.
- I still haven't found the words to describe what I'm feeling.
- Have you ever thought how many parts of you change as the seasons do?
- You drive around and try to catch up with the sun and the only parts of life you remember was last year, the girl who said hello or the day you sat out facing the open palm of the grass and wind.
- It was something of a mystery and transcendence you never notice; you only notice it existed when it's the only thing your being aches for.
- You share these words that touch me in places i could not find myself.
- Swimming underwater never felt so engaging.
- I can not be articulate, I can not be descriptive, I can not try and give this poetic justice -- I am so hurt.
- Every thing was there, except for your word.
- I'm completely lost deep within myself, wishing someone would take a walk around my soul.
- Picture it: each heart beat in line with the other, assuring consciousness, each breath short enough to make up the next - the seconds, the silences, the voids in between.
- This needs to escape, it's crawling from ceiling to floor but not finding the door.
- Our work is meticulous, awaiting death in lack of physical consciousness.
- The subconscious peered in from the bottom of my dresser drawers, piercing yellow eyes in the dead of the night. Still I laughed, laughter that was true and distinguishable not at a crowded party, but in the bright silence.
- I fear I will not remember this unremarkable moment of life.
jul 19 2012 ∞
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