"Always the world is in the unmaking." -Steven King.

I hope that quietly the darkness in the world would take care of itself.

I choose to side with fools.

unwaveringly i will admit i am a hopeless, stubborn fool.

i miss summer.

great words come from time. the break hasn't been empty.

it could take a lifetime for me to come up with the right ones to express what i'm going through.

if one puts oneself under the microscope enough, all you come up with is a clearer defenition of your flaws.

could it be possible to leave this chase of fixing yourself, and coming up into a new phase of oneself?

"do not define yourself by what you are not. You must kill your superwhatever because it will rob you of today and tomorrow and the next until you take it out back and end its life."

i need a new phase of myself.

Currently Listening Music for Tourists By Chris Garneau see related

i always know, like a song stuck in my head.

it's broken.

push it to the back, friend.

because that's where it's safe.

that's where it will grow.

and i will water it with neglect.

and feed it with the dust that collects on it's lonely skin.

waiting to be pulled apart

digested

and given time.

all i need is time.

(it's hard losing someone.)

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dear xanga,

once one door opens, very seldom have i found another one just waiting for me.

but sometimes, xanga, sometimes.

and I love when it does.

Currently Listening Lesson in Crime By Tokyo Police Club see related

i'm still alive, xanga.

and i like joe henry.

cuz diamonds, they fade

and flowers, they bloom

but i'm tellin you

these feelins won't go away

they've been knockin me sideways

they've been knockin me out lately.

whenever you come around me.