Dear Departures,“Don’t tell me how I feel, because you don’t.”
Have fun playing the victims, even if you decide to commit murder.
And thanks ever so much for totally solidifying the fact that my life is, and will forever be, a revolving door.
Ribcaged. "Why do you like birds?" he asked. He had noticed the silhouette of one enbriodered onto her bra. Although he found himself a tad more intrigued with what may lay underneath, he couldn't say that. He just just couldn't. The wall may go up, once again. She smirked a bit. "Because they're free." All that he could do was look at her. He'd grown quite fond of doing that. "There isn't a thing for them to worry about. No school, or catty girls, or family crisis or bruises or expectations,Ribcaged.
Please hold...Vacancy occupies my being each and every day.Please hold...
You didn't steal my heart but you put it on layaway. And dearest here I am praying for your rain check, When I never even liked thunderstorms to begin with.
Never Talk To StrangersAnd now I'm losing my sense of direction, because my saints are turning to strangers. I can see their color splash exteriors turning to nothing more than a silhouette of what they always were, seventeen feet deep. The names are becoming labels, the smirks are shrinking into oblivion. First paint is chipping, and then it is simply sliding off the body, globs falling to the linolium floor. We both blink and the eyes have gone away. Ears are turned upside down, or downside up, hanging by a thread, before surrendering their attention. Where is the color in the cheeks? There goes the hair. The arms apNever Talk To Strangers
wake up it's winterthe light coming in through the window makes this some other city that i've never been to where everything feels free and the clouds don't ever leave and the trees hang down and you and I kiss in secret places laying in the grass and we forget about who we were before we let the twilight swallow us wholewake up it's winter
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I wish I could cross out all of my contradictions
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas d’accord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu’? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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