Sometimes, I wonder if I'm too jaded and fickle to realize beauty, or if you're just so desperate to taste something meaningful that you'd say that ball of shit in your hands sparkles like diamonds. And you touch your face with your filthy hands; you touch other people with your dirty, disgusting hands - and you spread the disease like wildfire ( Read more... )

It was only now that you realized you no longer recognized her ( Read more... )

I once knew this owl ( Read more... )

You didn't really know when it happened - exactly ( Read more... )

"You were lonely," I would say to the piece of rock I had taken in my company, as if there was a need to explain why I was here. "And you were scared," I said the words with a touch of contempt, and later I knew I would be ashamed of it ( Read more... )

I want to sit on a porch, a glass of juice in hand, and watch grass decay. There is a dull ache in my chest that grows when I think of decomposition; of collapse. I think it's pain. But I think I could mistake it for excitement. I feel like my heart is covered in rubber; my mind: in plasic ( Read more... )