the dreams you once had ( Read more... )

we get there saturday.

"where was it one first heard of the truth ( Read more... )

the circle ( Read more... )

i feel like i'm looking for something ( Read more... )

old habits have me wanting more
i'm looking for inspiration
but right now, i'm left dry.

i've decided to give lj another shot. maybe i'll actually keep it up this time.

i miss everyone back in california so much! merry christmas everyone.

wanting to scream out loud
i see her laying on the ground
he stares at the blood on his hands
raptures to rupture the silence in his easy breaths
while she chokes on air

typewriter keys hidden under layers of dust connect themselves through webs of hope.
outside the window a moth flutters as elequently as a butterfly,
more captivating then the rotting wood of these four walls.
slow words dance into existance from the open wounds bearing salt upon my heart;
so this is life, i think to myself.