January 2010
45 posts
“I enjoy my own silence. I no longer require words to express my feelings, nor do...”
Although I just had possibly the worst sex in my...
I feel like the world around me is unfolding a story that must be told just once to the universe. A secret from us to the stars that contains the purest form of beauty, with all of its natural flaws and its ugly faces and countless tantrums.
I am tired, yet that will not stop me from watching the sun rise above the new york city skyline. I’m the observer and these are my thoughts.
now...
Devil’s Trident
fuck
I’m terrified of my humanity. The nights are longer now, longer than i remember them to be Now I’m sorry if i sound melancholic, but its just one of those times its hard to be a human when you cant rain, its not an action anymore salt drops infect my morning coffee, objects still and dirty, bottles full of ashes. I miss those days when I was the wind. A cloud whose shape you made up...
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“An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is...”
– Henry Miller
