He keeps his fingers close to backspace keys, ready and willing to deplete and delete as necessary. He keeps his fingers close to bac...
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
24 scars later
I've got 11:09 tears on my steering wheel. I've got a tight heart pinned to my ribcage, waiting for 17-year-old Me to make an a...
cement
Mama told me to build myself out of cement. Mama told me to paint my walls whatever colors I chose, but to keep painting and keep ...
atmospheres.
Broken hearts have atmospheres. Broken hearts have atmospheres with stained stars, with milky ways the color of blood and const...
spring
Remember when we built walls? Out of brick and wire and metal and glass. We built walls around our trees and our toys to keep the...
requiem to sad history.
You don't listen until your eyes do. You're analyzing paper words and wire lines but you aren't listening until it's...
it was supposed to be easier than this
I thought music was for healing. I thought they applied it to wounds. Songs weren't supposed to sting, and words weren't su...
NYC
I remember you. you were the boy with all the city things on your sleeve: coffeeshop music and piano keys, singing a melody strung toge...
8,765 hours later.
I remember last year. We made lists. Lists that people make on the first day of January, to pour a little sugar in their problems...
he remembers.
He was a pick-up truck dreamer and she was show tunes. They were both feet-on-the-dashboard people, but she only looked when he stopped...
real candles & burning talk
This is for real people. Not the bite-your-tongue-til-it-bleeds kind of people, who dress everything in smiles and nicknames and ...
19.
They talk about 17 too much. All the playlists and passenger seats it comes with, turning our money into oxygen and consuming it like h...
12 days of
1 is for the tree that you're stringing with last year's tragedies and cracked budgets. 2 is for the homemade ornament...
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