these days, my only adventures are had in my head. i spend most of my time covered in blankets, halfway naked and alltheway asleep. i am not dead because i dream. (life is bittersweet) my eyes are always closed when seeing people i miss
i often wonder whether it was my lack of happiness that made me whole; if the sadness i carried with me for so long was not a nuisance but necessary to keep me from drifting endlessly, irretrievably lost. i can’t help but to miss that sorrow and its inherent comfort; in its absence i am restless and incomplete.
i’m not scared of dying, or of being alone. i’m not scared of rejection, or of failure, or of being laughed at. i’m not scared to eat food that fell on the floor, i’m not scared of heights, i’m not scared of being beaten up, or getting dirty, i’m not scared of regret. except for dying, i have lived through all these things and i’m ready to face any and all...
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lately i have this recurring thought of being hung from the ceiling by the toes. inversion therapy. when you hang upside down your skeleton begins to decompress. the effects of gravity are reversed. bones that normally bear down on one another are given a rest. your spine elongates. it must feel good. and i picture myself being hung from the ceiling by the toes and i imagine the initial release...
i want to write my name on a slip of paper baked into a fortune cookie that winds up in your hands. and when you crack it open (the way you did my heart) i hope a bit of my soul is released into the air around your face, the next breath you take. someone will ask you to read your fortune, and your voice will be dripping confusion all over the floor as you recite the name you have known for years,...
i cannot fall in love with a person who does not have vices. i need someone who’s shitty, rough around the edges, slightly fucked in the head. if you’re too smooth, too good, too nice, i cannot take you on. i need someone who’s got open wounds and missing pieces, bitterness, vitriol, anger. i cannot fall in love with someone who is spotless and admirable all the way through. i...
i am stretched so thin from trying to be everything at once
the party is over & they left me here