black, black, emo, dark, goth, black, grey, sad

[ironynoose]

So there is this thing called irony, it’s harsh. distant, and carcass; like stars. its always there, just sometimes its not dark enough to see it.
The moon is too harsh for shadow
I wake everyday hoping something else does not go wrong. It’s like walking on eggshells, but the eggshells are a pathway of needles, and my legs are made of crystal. Is it my fault for walking? It’s hard to comprehend sometime, the absurdity of my depression. I have it so much better than so many people, matter of fact, I have it better than an earlier me, and yet I find it hard to wake up sometimes. I am selfish . I am distance
I need change
I think
I have so much to say
but nothing comes out
wordless wordless
speaking to me always
I write in gluttony,
trite like glass
I’m an artist
So
I fall in love everyday
you can imagine how much that hurts
I just really want somebody to understand-
spanish

i am happy sometimes
like stars
p.s. the Doves make beautiful music
you should all be .listening to them right now