dont worry if you kept your shoes on -- the sheets were dirty anyway...

[just_one_glove]

"no use in saying how im sorry so im trying not to speak. ill sing in silence; lay beside you with my face there on your cheek. my stomach swears theres comfort there in the warmth of the blankets on your bed... my stomachs always been a liar -- ill believe its lies again.

-- mewithoutyou: "i never said that i was brave"

goddamn the delicate freedom that gently is seeping from my haggard body into this eager ground. will i never have the ease of storing foregone laughter for future days of tearful foolishness? could gods longing for me be to see me fall short and come to grief -- if only for the end to stand me up anew?

i pray you laugh with god.