February 2012
1 post
Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
January 2012
2 posts
For you..
The snow won’t stick to the weeping willows
the cold air won’t blow open the windows
You’ve made it through the storm this far
You’ve done this dear, it won’t be hard
The snow won’t stick to the weeping willows
There will be tomorrow
the sun will light a sea of sorrow
Tonight it set and took our friend
If I could do one thing, I’d bring him...
December 2011
3 posts
October 2011
2 posts
August 2011
16 posts
2 tags
“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has...”
– Hermann Hesse (via blaqmagic)
If I am frightened then I can hide it If I am crying, I’ll call it laughter If I am haunted, I’ll call it my imaginary friend If I am bleeding, I’ll call it my wine.
And then there was me. Only me. The question is, when do I find out who “me” really is?
July 2011
38 posts
“Love writes a letter and sends it to hate.
My vacations ending. I’m...”
