| when_i'm_in_pieces | ||
| am i killing time or is time killing me? |
litanies of frustration and annoyance cracking at my foundation wrecking balls disguised as pendulums the ticking of the clock is the sound of thunder |
040927 |
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| Syrope | i imagine i must be so much easier to sort through | 040928 |
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| In_Bloom |
It's dangerous. I go to the places that hurt me most. Peering into a second bedroom. Looking out the window of where so much love was made. Crying into a pillow stained over the years. Recalling a nightime swim under stars. Listening to a voice that promised me my heart's desires. Looking up into lighted windows where someone else lay where I thought I should. I'm in all those old places at once and at high speed. |
100522 |
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| oren | don't try_to sweep me up. | 100522 |