sean spent a decent amount of time today removing the hair caught in my brush. and what was once buried under twisted layers of brown and copper and matte gold is stark naked and silver again. and i thought back to the last time it was exposed as such. i thought back to august and its humidity and feeling brave, and new and full ( Read more... )

i've been trying to find the place where this is natural. and maybe (just maybe) it will return with time ( Read more... )

i remember when this empty box used to be reassuring. i remember my boldness as i typed and typed endlessly, mindtofingerstokeystoyou. and now i wonder why i bother. why i ever thought my words worth breathing life into. i suppose at one time or another, they served as a therapy of sorts and that made sense (made me make sense). but now i am happy( ( Read more... )

my clock has been blinking, 2 hours and 26 minutes in the past for nearly a month now. but what's the point in telling it i already know the story? no one likes a ruined ending anyway. just let it continue living a lie. life is always more beautiful that way ( Read more... )

it smells like fall and somehow this seems all too familiar. yet not as foreign this time around. and i miss palms pressed together, fingers anchoring. but maybe it will come with time. and the beauty of these fall nights will come once again with better intentions.

i'd forgotten what it felt like to fall asleep with a smile on my face.

i opened my bag to the overwhelming smell of campfire, smoke dissipating in my mind. and somehow, these 3 days have become 3 weeks and i don't know how i thought i could ever leave this. the beauty of the innocent, palms pressed together lightly in the dark. i can see the glow in your eyes, face illuminated for that split second before the bouncing ( Read more... )

long legs stretching into oblivion. soft kisses stolen under a starless sky. black cased in blue in black. when do these layers cease to encase my heart? half the world shrouded in shadow, melting into the soft golden blur. (break this sky open and offer it to me, cupped in the palm of your hand ( Read more... )

listening to these songs on repeat, i'm flooded with an empty sort of nostalgia. filled with nondescript grey clouds and the starbucks drive-thru. days of believing in the impossible and somehow feeling absolutely nothing because i knew i was trying to live my own hallucinations. (back when i actually had words for being a void -- being devoid. of ( Read more... )

i look at myself, smiling. remembering being wrapped in your arms (i miss that snug fit). falling asleep, a part of you with me. staring at you sideways and wanting so much to steal that kiss. tracing your skin, your scars. grey has always been one of my favorite colors. and this is what i get with an eye for details. eclectic moments, useless ( Read more... )

the moon is illuminating the sky. (illuminating my intentions? i've always been good at that). my intentions, reflected in his eyes. deep brown, on light brown on white drowning in the chords, dripping across the silver slivers, resonating. a warm, breathing resin, coating the inside of my eyelids. (you.are.my.inspiration). shivering inside my ( Read more... )