stupid ankles. :(
Apr
13
times like these make me feel tired
i’m almost old, almost young
left with no where to turn, with you in my eyes
i know that you’ve been there
yet you offer no comfort and i have no plans
which leaves me lying on my back again
waiting for the burn to take me over
leaving me in ash, turning you to ash
leading me closer to that nothingness
and i don’t wanna go there, i’m too tired
Apr
6
your voice is so soothing…
convoluted words dripping from your lips
and I live for this moment
to not understand, yet to be understood
these songs were written for you
I hear you strumming the soundtrack
to our conversation
and I’d love to hear you sing, will you be my melody?
do you think like me
or just about me
…wondering what each means as I listen to you talk
playing on my brain, deeper understanding
shining.
Apr
2
Fingers and toes lined the glass table, like a sick gallery of prized posessions. I wandered around, choosing the few I liked best, moving them to reveal the eyes underneath. “Future parts,” I giggled and moved on. The fingers were my favorite, and the toes were next. The eyes that were underneath always made me giggle.
Just think of them as plastic…