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02/07/22
hi bubs, i miss you. i wish you were here to celebrate your birthday with us. i wish i told you you that you are a good boy and that you weren't in trouble. i wish i told you i loved you more often and played with you more often and gave you pets more often and gave you treats and better din-din more often. i wish i was a better mom to you. i wish ( Read more... ) -
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love is reading the last page
and going through it all anyway
I am who I was
I am who I will become
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.chris brown .war for you
sing a song, repeat it all day long, dream it as it turns night to dawn. feel it shift rights from wrong. listen, breathe in love and breathe out, strong.
aren't all words
thoughts at first
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when the light of the sun falls, you may find a child who lives below grace.
when the sounds of the canyon echo and call, you may hear the violence behind window panes.
when you see the darkest corner of them all, there, it will be the colors of violets erased.
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strangely calm. happy hoping. hoping happiness. belong here. gym closer
Some fresh air and bare necessities I believe in hearts and memories the hearts and obscenities
Edges of desire lost within our minds of the kindlings and the origins of the wiser
When you don't have to commit your promises automatically broken
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hold on to what you find here. it will change with a storm, sunshine when it's clear.
move on from what you find here. it will swallow things whole, wash over and cure.
go on, away with what you find here. run fast and far, hold tightly your treasure, dear.
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hold on to what you find here. it will change with a storm, sunshine when it's clear.
move on from what you find here. it will swallow things whole, wash over and cure.
go on, away with what you find here. save yourself, run far, hold tightly your treasure, dear.
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safely, erase me. it's been far too long since my awakening. I won't wait to see you disappear with hate for me.
it's breaking me, nightmares evolve into daydreams. I can't stop drifting through this space between thoughts of shade and reality.
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i will predict my death, but I cannot strictly say when I would die on a specific day. what kind is this religious faith
i am comfortable being the only one I see. but I hate the being who is me. I am the fallen, the one who's following. I leave my deathnote to no one and no thing/nobody.
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heavy on my feet because yesterday is chasing me. it's getting good at erasing me, getting ready for the changing season.
I am what hasn't been said, the skeleton who's left, still holding to the bucket of water at the bottom of the deepest well.
I'm shadow boxing my hallowed monster here. I've bothered fallen demons to knowledge freedom of ( Read more... )