the place where i make no mistakes
Feels like it's been forever, or forever in a daze.
Oh, the wonderful insights drugs give us into our own minds.
Confused, as of late. I am not happy but neither am i sad. strangely complacent? perhaps. More like I'm waiting on something, something that will change everything, or maybe nothing at all, I haven't the faintest idea, but I'm waiting, and I think I should stop that.
Drunken nights are like dreams. They are crystally vivid in your mind until you slide them under the magnifying glass of recollection and then they blur and fade like stones into a stream.
i miss the ferris wheel.
I want to believe that you would chase me if I left you, but I know that you won’t. And I have to let you go anyway. For the first time in my life I have to let you go and realize that you’re not coming back. That it’s letting go, for real.
i still have your (unsent)letter
maybe one of these days i'll allow you to know how our story really unfolded, but it's more likely that i leave it on the dirty bar for a stranger to find.
it's more comfortable for everyone that way, isn't it, my dear.
At the very least, i should thank you for being such a wonderful muse.
---
"What a wonderful caricature of intimacy"
She laid in the bathtub,
listening to the house settle
and the choking sound of water
trickling down the drain.
her fingertips floated on the lukewarm surface
that covered her,
leaving her bare knees and breasts
as the only exposed skin, emblazoned
with the orange glow from the heater
and so the realization came
Nothing more
nothing less
you are not the first
you will not be the last
--
this is all rahter rash and undecided so i apologize for that, simple boredom and curiosity are the reasons i think i'll give for tonight. enough of that.
Oh, the wonderful insights drugs give us into our own minds.
Confused, as of late. I am not happy but neither am i sad. strangely complacent? perhaps. More like I'm waiting on something, something that will change everything, or maybe nothing at all, I haven't the faintest idea, but I'm waiting, and I think I should stop that.
Drunken nights are like dreams. They are crystally vivid in your mind until you slide them under the magnifying glass of recollection and then they blur and fade like stones into a stream.
i miss the ferris wheel.
I want to believe that you would chase me if I left you, but I know that you won’t. And I have to let you go anyway. For the first time in my life I have to let you go and realize that you’re not coming back. That it’s letting go, for real.
i still have your (unsent)letter
maybe one of these days i'll allow you to know how our story really unfolded, but it's more likely that i leave it on the dirty bar for a stranger to find.
it's more comfortable for everyone that way, isn't it, my dear.
At the very least, i should thank you for being such a wonderful muse.
---
"What a wonderful caricature of intimacy"
She laid in the bathtub,
listening to the house settle
and the choking sound of water
trickling down the drain.
her fingertips floated on the lukewarm surface
that covered her,
leaving her bare knees and breasts
as the only exposed skin, emblazoned
with the orange glow from the heater
and so the realization came
Nothing more
nothing less
you are not the first
you will not be the last
--
this is all rahter rash and undecided so i apologize for that, simple boredom and curiosity are the reasons i think i'll give for tonight. enough of that.