Monthly Archives: November 2010
i’m stripped down to my core. i’ve got nothing left to offer. i can freely run away, knowing that there’s absolutely nothing i can do if i stayed. i’ll write poems upon poems, volumes and volumes of novels, and they cannot concretize the … Continue reading
blank. it’s a bit sad, not expecting a tingling sensation under the mistletoe. it’s even sadder being buried under snow forever alone. and no one will bother with the rescue because we’re ugly because we don’t deserve company. goodbye, dreams. … Continue reading
there is beauty in friendship. there’s beauty in forging relationships outside of the “required” norm – outside of bloodlines (which sometimes fail), outside of romance (which often fails), outside of legality (which isn’t really a “relation”-ship, no).
what is the difference between wishful thinking and delusion ?
sometimes, when you’re stuck in a rut, you don’t even know why. i’m drunk – drunk on the thoughts of purpose, maybe. drunk ‘cause well. anything else is utter bull. and i didn’t even let a single drop of alcohol … Continue reading
i wish that i’ve never discovered the beauty of food as a child. if i had been pickier with food – if i had been harder to feed – i would achieve the level of beauty that i want to. … Continue reading