November 2010
4 posts
so in love
Sadness, my first love. Sadness, my true love. It sounds so strange and ever so cynical, but if I could, I would dwell in the home of sadness forever. I hate feeling. I hate having feelings for others. I miss the challenge. I miss being distanced from the one I loved. I miss when the depressing music made complete sense. I miss not sleeping. God, I miss not sleeping. I miss zero thoughts. I miss...
thoughts of 11/1 continued
“I’m getting lost in your curls.” Sometimes when I see pretty girls riding bikes, I never want to eat again. I could see it in the way you slowed your pace. I knew it. I knew you knew that face and those hands that gripped the handles of the bicycle, that touch the keys of a piano—the hands that once touched yours. I knew it, and I wondered if you wanted to run away from...