just in caseif you care to
check out
dumbdumbdumbdumb [link]
surviving [link]
novellas-trite [link]
and i am currently making a new one
for my journey through sobriety
thank you..
the way we sleep.you wake up to silent windows. and silent floors. and silent sunlight sleeping upon your skin. you pour your- self cups of coffee from Sunday morning. It kisses the bottom of the mug and you hug its handle like the pillow in your sleep 'cause no one's ever home. no one's ever home anymore. remember when we used to run barefoot across the carpet? we were so young then. those tiny lungs breathed the biggest breaths even when we weren't scared. remember how scared we used to be? It still doesn't make sense to me. we werethe way we sleep.
it's just cheaperi remember what i was like, to be so young and eager and full of life. so easily compelled, in love with love.it's just cheaper
i remember what it was like, to not know myself, or the people around me, and how easily influenced we were.
i remember what it was like to wake up, in my old bed, in my old home, with my old friends, who have moved away now, and my old family, when we used to be a family.
when everything was comfortable, and simple and we didnt have to hide behind ourselves or the things we do.
we weren't honest with ourselves then, but we
just eight more dayswhen we're older, oh when we're older, and we look back on this, these things, when we look back on these teenage things we have found a way out of, where will we be? where?just eight more days
is this easier for you than it is for me? then how long will it be until I can look back and laugh at all this? what I wouldn't give to give what I wouldn't allow me to give before.
I know everything is ok, 'cause the rest of my life starts in eight days, but I just can't help and wonder how different today would be..
and maybe, when
Old Love of Mine..oh to count the days too far awake have I been drunk from the sweet song misery whispers in my ear. to now lay awake accompanied by song and pale moonlight striking my skin at a lonely pace; I am all but a monster.Old Love of Mine..
t'was a late mid winters night the time of her departure; I admit to have fallen ill since; to surround myself in a room of old friends who chase dreams much too fast for them.
slept; in the warmth of her skin as we lay naked; not a single word had been spoken but what is a world of sound when it was only my voice that would fall
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im going to try to start writing again <3
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