when the light of the sun falls, you may find a child who lives below grace.

when the sounds of the canyon echo and call, you may hear the violence behind window panes.

when you see the darkest corner of them all, there, it will be the colors of violets erased.

hold on to what you find here. it will change with a storm, sunshine when it's clear.

move on from what you find here. it will swallow things whole, wash over and cure.

go on, away with what you find here. run fast and far, hold tightly your treasure, dear.

hold on to what you find here. it will change with a storm, sunshine when it's clear.

move on from what you find here. it will swallow things whole, wash over and cure.

go on, away with what you find here. save yourself, run far, hold tightly your treasure, dear.

when will the weight of gravity stop pulling me towards family. it's unhappily been such a heart
breaking tragedy.

it's the fitting in, what silly nonsense, all the figuring, i've stopped trying to solve it. is the corner that you lean against, the blackest horror you've ever seen since then.

it matches perfectly, but unattached to further things. ( Read more... )

"lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate//abandon all hope, ye who enter here" -Dante Alighieri, Inferno

if i wait, [it] will not be there. if I hope, still [it] will not be there. waiting, to me, therefore, is hopeless.

I do: because if I do, [it] will be there. I have to make it happen.

don't wish to be a leaner, healthier, more successful, happier ( Read more... )

i read: "lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate//abandon all hope, ye who enter here" -Dante Alighieri, Inferno

i think: if i wait, [it] will not be there. if I hope, [it] will not be there. waiting, to me, therefore, is hopeless.

I do: because if I do, [it] will be there. I have to make it happen.

don't wish to be a leaner, healthier, more successful ( Read more... )

if I can't see it on the other side, then I don't believe I believe in love. it's the magic of a pretended life, so it's not really sad to be giving it up. #stillawakecantescape

#stillawakecantescape here's proof that I exist. I've made it into my home. the room that's hiding me is more than just alone.  it's just one promise, i hope that I can keep: to never let go of it as long as I am me.

#citymugskittybug afternoon feels.

when dreaming is believing and that feeling never ends because sleeping is too easy. when someone dies, he's dead.

so I'll go back to my story, the one my heart imagined: just close my eyes,  become euphoric and play what I want to happen.

we are differently the same. but, my dear, i already died yesterday. you'll just have to hide your sorrows when I return tomorrow. then where are you today? I'm busy digging up my grave.