I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
I led a plain existence until I met you Walking through life blind and afraid A moth to the flame of each boring encounter Looking everywhere Finding nothing Blinding lights of dreams never furthering Held back by fears of things unseen I walked backward Looking everywhere Finding nothing Black starless nights I spent Alone on…
The biggest lie I tell people Is that I’m ok… On nights like tonight I’m my own worst enemy Listening to the voices in my head telling me it’s all going to be ok, but Knowing that they’re fucking lying to me My friends, loved ones They all say it’s going to be ok but…
Your soft blonde hair tickles my shoulder As you get up to leave Rising so early has become second nature We have nowhere to go, not for hours so you smile and return to my side Our time is spent with quiet jokes and coffee Yoga poses and talk about skating That smile… It’s the…
She stood alone Naked Bare Body Mind and Soul In front of the Universe She stood Broken Alone and Afraid She walks countless beaches looking for lost treasure She waits for something real Something true She gathers the lost children of the Ent Putting them back together in sorted menageries that resemble her scattered thoughts…
