life, it never waits for you to be ready or even to expect. it just goes on.

staying adrift

There is a subtle shift in me. i feel the change in the breeze. It toys with the leaves. It rustles my thoughts. I see its difference in the yellow of the sun. Streaking the world with an unlikely hue. It bathes me with a yellow thats more yellow than yellow. Are we not all salt dolls swimming in a distempered ocean? If you dont drown, you just only dissolve. I hear them speak. And i know to keep still. While i wait. For the next heartbreak.

told you so.

it's pathetic how you think you're such a badass when you're toying with the shittiest shit. trying so hard, risking almost everything to indulge in the image of it.

the perfect ending

he waited. waited outside my door with a flower he plucked on his way. flaccid in its wait. he stood there. finally, with a filled full heart.

true glue

people always hang on to those who make them insecure.

so, sally can wait

People are inflicted with deeper sorrows then your superficial artificial self-important struggles. They are not concerned about you or what you represent or the kind of person you are beneath it all. They care solely about what you can do for them superficially artificially self-importantly. A perfect equilibrium that your world is balanced on. Your superficial artificial self important world. It only takes the slightest sense of humanity for it to completely disintegrate. Careful.

Where’s mun?

Just when you think you’ve lived through every possible way of how someone can hurt you, believing you’re wiser, deluding yourself into a fragile synthetic strength that you thought you’d be able to fall back on.

You fall demeaningly right through it.