May 2008
3 posts
her.
not so beautiful that she makes me awkward, but beautiful enough that i can’t stop staring. not so serious that she will never smile, but serious enough to know when i have my fake smile on. not so proud that she won’t kiss or hold hands, but proud enough to make me work for it. not so fat that it’s like holding the ocean, but fat enough that i can wrap my arms around. not so...
to be continued.
she lived a life of solitude, bumpin’ that lonely attitude. never lettin’ anyone get close, that was the life she chose. sticking to shadows in dark places, never pay attention to other faces. she found other ways to deal with her issues, looked for comfort in dead-end avenues. nothing ever went her way, perpetual night, imperceptible day. when all was lost, she didn’t continue, never saw a single...
happily sad.
I’ve climbed out of my comfort blankets of sorrow and grief and you’d think I’d never be happier, but all I feel is fear I fear for my life, because for once I am content but I fear that one day it will all be ripped away from me It could be next year, next week, or even tommorow because truth is, happiness doesn’t exist in the world that I know so this foreign feeling of...
