Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Addicted to reading
It's true, I am addicted to reading books! Aside from traveling and writing, books are my supreme obsession.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
you think "if only i could get myself out of here and to another city, then, and only then will i be better."
i've got news for you friends, the picking up and moving part is never going to solve anything.
his bright green eyes glazing over to some glassy gray film, Saturn orbiting our hearts
it just seems it's best to keep rolling, figuring out, and never settle for less than best. this i know full well.
i've got news for you friends, the picking up and moving part is never going to solve anything.
his bright green eyes glazing over to some glassy gray film, Saturn orbiting our hearts
it just seems it's best to keep rolling, figuring out, and never settle for less than best. this i know full well.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
to just feel that smooth silk warmth between my fingertips. to have it then.
when this chair is too hard and we walk out of the apartment on a Friday night hearing echoes of madness in the city. buy a bottle of cheap white wine, suck my fingers, and call it a night. sometimes i think of spending the rest of my life alone, sometimes i think in the end ultimately that just might be the best way to end up. without a partner, hassle, and arguments, without him in the end. sometimes i like to think about that.
especially on nights like this, when the two of us are the only one's in this room and we are breathing one another in so deep, i hate it. what might become of us. sometimes you're just bullshit sleeping next to me and i need a drink to get rid of it. other days you're the midnights one star, almost as if my life depended on it's burning light.
Might light a match and set this room on fire, my hearts pretty sick these days, other days it's full. and I am either terrible, or the best at everything i do. even you.
to have it then, that smooth silk, i am dying without it.
~~~~~~
gulping down my Riesling
like its suppose to make me feel better
but we all know
in the end
(in its ultimate end)
i'll be head over,
skin damp,
hair tangled,
asking myself,
why in its ultimate end did i fail again?
a miserable thing, it is.
when this chair is too hard and we walk out of the apartment on a Friday night hearing echoes of madness in the city. buy a bottle of cheap white wine, suck my fingers, and call it a night. sometimes i think of spending the rest of my life alone, sometimes i think in the end ultimately that just might be the best way to end up. without a partner, hassle, and arguments, without him in the end. sometimes i like to think about that.
especially on nights like this, when the two of us are the only one's in this room and we are breathing one another in so deep, i hate it. what might become of us. sometimes you're just bullshit sleeping next to me and i need a drink to get rid of it. other days you're the midnights one star, almost as if my life depended on it's burning light.
Might light a match and set this room on fire, my hearts pretty sick these days, other days it's full. and I am either terrible, or the best at everything i do. even you.
to have it then, that smooth silk, i am dying without it.
~~~~~~
gulping down my Riesling
like its suppose to make me feel better
but we all know
in the end
(in its ultimate end)
i'll be head over,
skin damp,
hair tangled,
asking myself,
why in its ultimate end did i fail again?
a miserable thing, it is.
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
there are hills on this road
And I am just thinking of the days that will soon be here when all I will have to do is create and create and breathe. I will love this then.
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