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turned cold with the passing of time
Posted January 10 | Leave a Comment
these feelings are so distant that they have turned cold with the passing of time having the look of utter sadness when you couldn't be any happier having all the time in the world for hoping and searching but never able to find its almost like screaming in the darkness with no one there, will you make a sound? or is it only your imagination and those sounds are coming from inside your head someone once told me life is too short, that i soon found out. how long has it been? i have no idea… read more
um.......well, i never could
Posted December 20 | Leave a Comment
all those things i could never put to words, you would read me like a book this is the end, of what i don't know, but we will soon find out and we can not pretend, that we never fell so hard on our faces only to help pick each other up, so the other can fall right back down so many drunken nights that we'll never be able to remember or predict so whats the point in saying we do, only to be dead wrong when i think of all the troubled times and distant friends you top the list and to say we had… read more
theres no way
Posted February 26 | Leave a Comment
the fall impact! waking in standing up & blacking out laying there stars aline darkness falls the jump why? because is she? never how? memories of it cant be it is shes dead read more
then there was....
Posted February 16 | Leave a Comment
& today was just like any other bad thing happened to good people & good things happened to bad people all & all today in no more fucked up then yesterday & the world moves on one fucked up moment to the next one room @ a time, one day @ a time watching seconds turn to min. & on to hours then its over your days start again and just deal thats all we can do is deal with what life throws you weither its death or just disappointment & all the moments of happeness are just brakes from all the shi… read more
In Her Eyes
Posted January 15 | Leave a Comment
"He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact." i love shit like that read more
Writers Bloc
Posted November 8 | Leave a Comment
It sucks ass. When you just sit there and cant think of shit to play or write. Thats when you just need to walk away and get a cup of SoCo. Take it to the face and just start playing. It works beleave it or not. read more
