hello writing my old friend. come to haunt these dreams again. its misery when the constant reminders you often think have gone come back from blur. a chalk covered sidewalk the life i have chosen to lead is constantly washed away by morning showers. my internal clock is set to impatience and the alarm is going off too early. no snooze button. i ( Read more... )

going to bed.

Test.

Testing post from iPhone... Yes the douchebag phone has come full circle.

i know my schedule sucks. i miss you. this isnt a repeat. is it?

more writing i've been holding out from ya'll.

explaining what it is could take up all our time. time only exists when you wear a smile. i figure this road for destruction is meant for me not you. im self mutilating and self exasperating. drowning myself only to be closer to peace. center myself between these nails and feel closer to god. so ( Read more... )

i dont really post here anymore.. im sure its all for good reason. i wonder why things turn out the way they do sometimes yanno? like if all this really matters to someone. things here have been good lately.. working mostly. i like saying im pretty financially stable. ive been able to buy my nerd toys and still have money for food and bills its ( Read more... )

the missing link in a chain of too many let downs. i find myself barely holding together. sleepless is a word that means much more to me when its just me. staring into a brightness and sharing a connection that is ones and zeros am i really going insane? nothing sharpens my vision faster than a text message from you. nothing awakes my senses more ( Read more... )

if this were to start as a confession...heres the outline..im 25 and i think ive permantly destroyed whats left of my vision. im lacking the skill to be so heartless and free. i think kharma or fate is stepping on this one and ripping what was never even a possibility into pieces i cant even glue together. my heart beats as quickly as my mouth ( Read more... )

stick and stones will break your bones and these words are meant to hurt you. twist whats left of me because i cannot figure out what you say. i feel like whats left of a juiced rind discarded across a bloody wood cutting board. im longing for what seems to never come my way when i want it. my life is made up of visual cocktails that inebriated and ( Read more... )