INSOMNIA. |
Everything is coming out all physical. My head pounds, I bruise tooeasily, I can never sleep. Something doesn't quite connect in my head,like things aren't firing at the right speed, or too eratically...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 23:19:00 GMT |
When we feel our existence is innapropriate to our contexts. |
I'm fairly intuitive. I know when people are lying. I know when I tellmy mother that I'm sorry I didn't turn out to be the daughter shewanted -- the pretty, perfect daughter that led the pretty, perfe...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Mar 2009 12:47:00 GMT |
feel free |
You get fucked up and tell me to look at you. This means to kissyou, which I will because you are coming undone and you are beautiful.And you probably won't remember in the morning.
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 23:56:00 GMT |
// |
I cannot forgive myself for being human, for the mistakes I've made,for the mistakes I will make, and for the secrets I keep hidden.Quite frankly, I'm terrified of every move I make. My world isexpand...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 16:22:00 GMT |
Oh. |
There are ghosts living in my shadow; there are things that follow mearound where ever I go, waiting innocently and quietly -- so much soyou might not know they're there -- for their cues to come back...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Mar 2009 17:34:00 GMT |
Dear Neil Armstrong |
10...9...8...7...6...Dear Neil Armstrong,I write this to you as she sleeps down the hallI need answers that I think only you might haveWhen you were a boy and space was simple ...
Posted by on Sun, 13 May 2007 19:43:00 GMT |
