i'm a mess of desperation, hope, and paint.

i'm still alive, been busy.
and probably not the person you knew a month, or less, ago.

uninspired, at best
what will shake these cold blues away?

three days ago i got some bamboo shoots, the tag said that they would bring good luck.
i killed them all in two days.

i've just decided i'll have to go where there is bunches of bamboo, instead.

barely sleeping, thinking, living.

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the ring was loud and shrill; haunting, it echoed through the house. i could see a mist of devistation surround the room; bugs waiting to die. i had to leave. i drove fast; too fast, hitting a brick wall seems just. what haunts most is the carelessness of others, oh it stings.

you will be missed.

everything simply, feels so forced - sleep is a farce, as I wake up (confused, as if i drifted somewhere else, and dreams, shockingly life like) and wonder about the next day, exhausted inside and out. my stomach aches and twists itself into knots; it hurts to think about you; i fall back exasperated. my head is foggy; like those days crossing the ( Read more... )

legs outstretched and stiffening in the black. the earth is sighing and the trees fall together with the inhales and exhales, bowing (seemingly, to me). i expel breath quickly fading in the cold, and think how i will be glad when december descends into the rest of the year, a memory (although, new years always bring false promises ( Read more... )