SeptemberSep 18 Tuesday 07
second-handed voice
the beginning is never clear, at least in my eyes. at one point we became vital. if you collapsed in my arms now, i would surely follow suit. your thought patterns are gorgeous...the manner in which you bleed into the next. yet these same patterns whisper lies into your …
AugustAug 30 Thursday 07
creep inside
we tread here, waiting for morning to arrive. if i could stay in this moment my eyes would never stray. we bled as the tide washed over us. noone reads anymore, take my meds instead. a neon sign forces itself upon me in this darkness