February 2011
25 posts
“Its not load that breaks you, its the way you carry it.”
– Lena Horne
A ROUTINE OF MALAISE.
I’m in longing for an unnecessarily intimate touch. Does that make me needy? A friendly rest of one’s head on my shoulder, an uncalled hold of the hand. Anything to get me through. Am I going crazy? This is what I get, is it not?
I don’t remember how to function with you. You were a part of my life. I know the paths you take. I fight my thoughts everyday into whether or not I...
7:25 , Mogwai
LACK.
A part of me doesn’t want to let you go. A part of me still believes you are this person you aren’t, the person I thought you were. We had good times together, times I have misinterpreted as something more, but they were moments nonetheless.
What meant the world to me, meant nothing to you.
MAYBE ONE DAY.
Me: So, how did you two meet?
Him: Well, when we first met, I was 9 and she was 7. I told her that her zipper was undone.
Me: And then what?
Her: We got married.
DECISIONS, DECISIONS.
As of now, I am contemplating whether or not should I go out tonight. Girl’s night out. Fun. As of now, all I want to do is crawl up in a ball and climb into bed and never wake up.
The plan was to go to a house and watch movie and obsess of -male actor- ‘s abs and whatnot. Uncomfortable? Yes, indeed. Especially because of well, yeah. I would say yes in a blink if you were there. But...
“When I was young, younger than before. I never saw the truth hanging from the...”
– Place to Be, Nick Drake
ORION'S BELT.
I go outside quite often. At night, mostly, when the sun has wandered to someplace foreign. Nights like these, when the sky is clear and cool, I wonder why no one else is laying on their driveway staring at the stars. Maybe if some did, I wouldn’t seem so strange to the neighbors. I’m quite sure they’ve all thought I’ve gone crazy.
The world seems so quiet. Its cold...
“What begins as an unguarded train of thought slowly became an addiction to the...”
– Half Asleep, School of Seven Bells
I'M FINALLY ABLE TO.
I can’t look at you anymore. You pass me by and for a precious second, that familiar burst of flight comes from in the pit of me. Then I remember what you did, its gone. How could you do this?
For so long, I thought, I swore, we had something. Something you and I were too afraid to show, so we didn’t. Is it possible I made this all up in my head? Not again. All those laughs, all those...
