(via misswallflower)
And you shall love your crooked neighbor
with your crooked heart.
About the author
A collection of random clips and phrases that float in my mind.Maybe some day they'll play through your earbuds,
numbing the sounds you hear within.
Elsewhere
The only arms
that I can call home
is those that wait for me
in the quiet of 2am
where’s nothing but me
and the clock
grasping the future
with books and pens and a quiet hope
that this will be easier
but what if this all doesn’t?
I don’t feel apart of this family.
turn you up,
sit on back
and pretend that this doesn’t exist
in this room
I am free
and away from all of the bullshit
I promise I’m clean
from yesterday
and I can find my place again
but it’s so hard to define
me and I
between the breaks
in your voice
She never lets me in
only tells me where she’s been
when she’s had too much to drink
I say that I don’t care, I just run my hands
through her dark hair then I pray to God
you gotta help me fly away
Hootie & The Blowfish - Let Her Cry
the carbonation,
the acid
the burning
it’s an addict’s paradise
and I don’t want to return to you, now
I left you at home for a reason.
you talk yourself
into these goddamn circles.
That’s the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it’s impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.
keep bright on the outside,
and dark on the inside.
and starve these things away.
