i remembered i had a blog

i made a picture

Run

publicist

baptized in the gloom.
and the lights say, that it's okay
but underneath it all
it might be dark.
and her face has always been the eye
..for a moment..
but i am no longer content with ignorance,
and randy, isn't either.
his dirty smile told me,
that his yellow frames and years of cigarettes were the only things holding back the tears.
and i wish that i could tell him
that my brain is wet as well
and it's mopping up the rainy day
that he left behind.

Adventures

this is my dear friend utah.


he is quite


wonderful.







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jordan

i like to see your face for 5 minutes it makes me happy

i read

i read your letter
it wasnt the paper kind
it was more like energy
transfered from your mind to mine

and i unpacked the clothes
that you set so humbly down
in the suitcase of my skull
muffling everything around

and sometimes,
at night i lose control
and when you cant breathe i cant feel anymore
like never
all the times i cry
are never
and when i do
its one small drop of fear
on a pillow of

power