I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote something, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum'things has always been and always will be you.
I miss you.

-Z

I must admit I love the lucidity that comes with the lack of sleep I've decided to embrace for the first time in a long time.  I love the crisp thoughts and how naturally they flow and connect with one another.  By some old forgotten ritual I've been anointed with the oil of Puck, and it's gotten me to an oft lost point of introspection that delves ( Read more... )

Anonymous stuff about anonymous people.  I felt it was important to get this stuff out.  This isn't to bring about any change or anything.  If that were my goal, I'd say these things to the people they were meant for. This is more to clear my mind.

1. I really hope you're doing what you're doing for the right reasons.  I don't think you understand ( Read more... )

A new aim name has arisen, sinse my first one...from like 8th grade. ImpetusIdaeus is what it is. Make yourself known to this new god blazing forth from the setting sun, extolling the values of...um...me. Yeah, especially if we haven't talked on aim in a while, or at all.

Cross posted everywhere.

Just a quick look at how my last few weeks have been.

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I think in my final fight against the zombies

Sword drawn, worn but sharp, with arms too tired to lift its weight

The only thing I could think to say to you

As I turned to see your morning eyes would be

"I wish we'd found eachother.

I'd catch the moon if I could,

You know?"

"Once there was a way to get back homeward ( Read more... )

False hope has left me so unimaginably jaded. What's funny though, is I know who I am, I know I'll shirk this feeling in enough time to fall into the same pitfall. Perhaps not for this situation, but in the future, I know I'll fall for it again. I always fucking do ( Read more... )

You ever see yourself in funhouse mirrors?

You ever feel like Atlas?

Like Mercury?

Is it me? Am I not good enough? Am I not good looking? Why the fuck am I always, always, fucking always the best friend and not the boyfriend ( Read more... )