qui marchent à tâtons |
A long day doesn't make the evening any happier.A happy evening doesn't make the morning any brighter.A bright morning doesn't make the path any clearer.A clear path doesn't make the day any longer.
Posted by on Mon, 05 Oct 2009 10:24:00 GMT |
Thread |
I feel like I can't get out of myself. Like I can't get into anything.Like I'm trapped.Like I'm wearing a turtle neck sweater with a too-small neck. I can't take it off. I just flail helplessly. Afrai...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 19:35:00 GMT |
sabui desu |
In between the linesthe world is not so far awaythere is something elsethe greyness is nota side effect of the rainbut of lonelinesswishes evaporatewater gathers leaveswhile the cold settlesin between...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 22:43:00 GMT |
Hannahs Church |
Turns out Sun hardened bagels are no substitute for sleep The weather is unseasonably chilly As the man in the Taco Bell drivethough Who took my money Congenially pointed out Apparently while he...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Aug 2008 18:31:00 GMT |
not love you |
though not surprised i amoverwhelmed by thissudden declarationi wonder what i couldhave or shouldhave donei wonder if like so many things i have broughtthis on myself. I hope I have not.i rememberthe ...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:29:00 GMT |
Reflection |
The sunlight is paler now than when we played on the hills at sunset. The trees are not as tall. They don't reach the sky, I've been to their tops. They all have tops. All of them.I went home tod...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 18:50:00 GMT |
Seen Before |
It is that momentWhen you reach for the hand that isnot there. It isthe love that never bounces back but carries oninto the etherIt is the leanthat becomes a fallthat becomes terror.It is alone. To be...
Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 22:05:00 GMT |
Xtreme contra |
I fear myself sometimes, especially at night, when it's harder to hide from myself. The truth is I don't really know what I'm capble of.It started with the promenade. I think we all had a bad feeling ...
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 22:29:00 GMT |
Seeking Lonliness |
Do you think me strange? But in lonliness we find what we would not otherwise seek. Only when desparation begins congealing in our lungs and seeping through our spine into our shoulderblades do w...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Nov 2007 14:24:00 GMT |
Social Bulimia |
I've never induced vomiting. I've never been so close to trying.Maybe I've never been this full of emotional and physical horror that I felt so unlike myself that my only hope was to scrape every...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jul 2007 18:27:00 GMT |
