December 2009
5,001 miles.
I hate to say that I wonder if I’ll make it. I love you and your family, but the pressure is like the five thousand miles in pounds on my frail body. I cry at the thought and I sob, and you don’t understand, nobody gets it. I’m in it alone. and five thousand miles is a long way to travel alone.
I can feel your pain
ready for bed at 9:30
I am trying so hard to come up with ways to distract myself from my entire world ending in 9 days, but it’s so hard cause when I close my eyes you’re there and in my dreams you’re there and any way I try and look at it, soon you’ll be gone.
I could feel a hot one
I could feel a hot one taking me down For a moment, I could feel the force Fainted to the point of tears And you were holding on to make a point What’s the point? I’m but a clean man, stable and alone man Make it so I won’t have to try The faces always stay the same So I face the fact that I’m just fine I said that I’m just fine I remember, head down, After...
this year
sometimes I just want it to pour down rain, and I want to lay in bed and listen to it, and doze in and out of a heavy warm sleep, while a latte scented candle flickers on my windowsill.
sometimes I want to get so sick I am forced to lay in bed so long that I am able to watch all of my harry potter dvds, and nobody can tell me to do otherwise.
most of the time I wish I could be a serious...
mindymaygan:
Happy Holidays!
Here’s my version...
“Once a year, she remembers that she is insignificant. Then she forgets again,...”
– Dave Eggers, How The Water Feels To Fishes (via unicornology)
