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[23 May 2004|03:45pm] |
hopital new journal, please delete this and add that. merci beaucoup ♥
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| a place where the street meets the stream |
[12 May 2004|11:45pm] |
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it's the middle of august and i can already see my breath. all my friends are passed out in their beds, restless from a full day, and i'm wide awake. alive and breathing, heart beating, eyes feeding to the channels on the television that i don't receive. i'd lay me down but my mind is not ready to shut off. my plate is clean but my stomach's empty, and there's no one in my bed, but there should be. i can hear the freeway, i can hear the signals changing colors, the racing cars and the fading moon, but my fading heart won't compromise a stopping time.
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[12 May 2004|09:59pm] |
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have you ever tried holding your breath, up until the second-hand passes the nine? well, i've found myself a place to hide and all i've been doing is counting the seconds. you should see these walls, i've burned holes through them with my eyes, staring off, trying to see how far i can crawl. sometimes when the temperature is right i will sprawl myself out, belly-down, and stare through the cracks in the wood, hoping maybe i'll catch a glimpse of hell. my veins have felt colder, but my moods have been brighter, so i guess all is well.
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| the ruiner |
[29 Apr 2004|10:46pm] |
overlapping with condolences for the both of us i'm sorry
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