to her ...
(2015)
i thought of this today after hearing of the death of a dear soul i once knew
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I often leave my soul unattended o… See I never thought that this sou… I hate to suffer like this becuase… Disruptions and all bad spirits wi… Another hurtful story of another l…
The view is better from in here, Sometimes you see people in black… Sometimes they look better, Sometimes they look worse. I love this view it almost never h…
What is more painful? Is it to be struck? Is it a word? A word left unsaid? No great strike has the power of a…
You were perfect from the minute… You were different from all the ot… Flaws painted your portrait so bea… You always had so much to say. Sometimes you would really iratate…
I’v come to think about these thin… These things in my surroundings. Silence is most beautiful of them… I often hear her in the ticking of… I think about her and I miss her…
Am I me Or am I what they want to see I have him Or do I want her too Do I love it
I have nothing to say today, yet my fingers wants to walk in th… My pen is dry, all i want to do is cry. My hands itch,
I hate the date of birth Another reminder I’m going to die Today I found maggots in my spice… Delicious delicious spices But how delicious am I
there’s a love story in the world… it’s in a specific book i knew i read it so many times iv left it behind id like to go back
there is power in positivity i believe in myself i don’t live to please humanity radiate positively think like a proton
I often let my eyes wonder off into the outside world of my normal sight just to see how far they can go, and as soon as they have gone far enough i bring them back to where they belo...
I live without waiting. I am impatient to not just exist. Even a canvas can hold a great sto… Run wild in the streets of this to… Listening to the songs of the bird…
She now sleeps alone in the dark. By herself she has to find herself… It’s dark, she’s blinded. Afraid and alone. She has one option and one alone.
She writes as if though writing wa… It is as if she would drop the pen… Her adjectives made sense entirely… It was as if she had to draw them,… Her wrist turned and twirled as sh…
I felt it this morning, I feel it now again. I could litterally see the inside of your car as I sat in his, I heard that song playing in his car and saw the car like yours driving up fr...