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i so refuse to stray from what i've done so far, the pieces i've picked ( Read more... )

someone to distract me, detain my affections, and help me forget...

oh the slips people make, unconscious of others awareness. unstirred, rather let it sit and see if it reacts on its own. no decision or revision available, and i'm torn between anger, helplessness, and sadness. it's hard to know what you have to do, when you refuse to do it.

you're leaving and i hate it
you're leaving and i hate it
you're leaving and i hate it

two cicadas were mating, sunbeamed, mettalic, there's no reason why ( Read more... )

Lets argue taste, shall we?

Here’s to the silent, the uncertain, and the hard to ascertain. Now we are even. People do things in spite, in corners, in sets, in stages. Sometimes they’re ordinary, and even better when they’re unexpected. The kind of statements that make you realize you’re not as safe as you thought you were. How did we get here? We keep twisting a cotton ball ( Read more... )

he just left and i can't go back to sleep. i fall in and out of consciousness for hours with him, and then once he has to go, i'm condemned to a world of reality and sleeplessness until i give up, my body gives in, and i fall back to sleep. he had poached salmon tonight and i had lox. i sprinkled popcorn over my bed, and we lay in it. what happens ( Read more... )

and it feels like years. i'm so grateful for that day, i'm grateful he's alive, i'm alive. i'm grateful we chose to love each other, no one suggested it, and god knows no one expected it. two radically different people - one look, sigh, breath, enough to let us know we make more sense than anything .

..and besides. who else would take my immature ( Read more... )