Tonight has been a night of honesty for me— honesty towards myself regarding the reality and circumstances I currently face, and a brutal honesty in realizing who and what is important. One component of reality that I’ve involuntarily been faced with is loss. Loss being /but not limited to—/ death, the dissipation of friendships, fear and uncertainty, opportunistic loss,...
I may be sick// but at least I’m sick from kissing you.
The weight of lies will bring you down and follow you to every town// nothing happens here that doesn’t happen there. So if you run, make sure you run to something and not away from// lies don’t need an aero plane to chase you anywhere.
What a gorgeous day in Willi. Happy birthday, Ma!
I want you back.
I know you loved me then, I swear to God you did// it was they way you’d bite my lower lip and push your hips against my hips and dig your nails so deep into my skin.
My life’s in boxes again. Only this time, I’m not flying solo.
Tomorrow’s going to involve me getting irreconcilably drunk. Aside from my mundane hourly wage office job, I have no responsibilities. I’ll most likely end up spending the evening watching Eternal Sunshine, or Castaway, or both— intermittently stepping outside for a cigarette. What’s got to be the worst thing; hearing that you’re fucking up terribly, that nothing...
You get to know someone until you don’t know them.
I needed every minute I had with you today.
And while in the future, I may find someone who will reintroduce me to that rare feeling which you so effortlessly bring and keep, I know there are names and faces that change everything like cyclones in a field // I never told you the way I really felt, I couldn’t let it end us. But it did anyway.