Burial is the first song that comes on the player and there I go falling. I wish that the ground didn’t hurt so much but we don’t live in protective housing full of foam to break falls. The crudeness of pain shows in the lingering bruises turning into rainbows all over my limbs. I wonder if the others can see them; maybe I’ve learned to cover them up through experience. This too shall(must) pass.
Burial
October 15th, 2007 § 0 comments § permalink
know that i love you
October 14th, 2007 § 0 comments § permalink
Fuck
October 11th, 2007 § 0 comments § permalink
Thanksgiving
October 8th, 2007 § 0 comments § permalink
Everyone seems to keep asking me what I ate for Thanksgiving. What is up with that?Also, almonds make me really really thirsty.
untitled
October 3rd, 2007 § 0 comments § permalink
My mouth is stretched out to welcome you
Like the open arms my mom has
When she hasn’t seen me in months
My mouth is stretched out because
I can’t stop smiling
Like the open arms you had for me
When I came to you with the sad news
And no one else’s job was but yours
To stretch them out and take me
In
My life collapsed
Your life collapsed
on writing selfishly
October 3rd, 2007 § 1 comment § permalink
I’ve realized the only thing I know how to write about is my own life. How the fuck do I get past that?
Protected: papers in cups
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