Thursday, 1 November 2007

ugly

 


It wears me out.

Saturday, 13 October 2007

afternoon

Blues man. Black and bluesman. Blacktherefore blue man.
Everybody knows your name.
Where-did-she-go-and-why man. So-lonesome-I-could-die man.
Everybody knows your name.

Wednesday, 19 September 2007

“It’s twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them.”
i am sick. i am sad. i am crap.





i am without you.
i can't even breathe.

Thursday, 6 September 2007

help.

What do you want? What do you want? Over and over again as though the question itself will bring an answer. Nothing. Nothing comes. I want nothing.
This is what my life is really like. I think you tend to romanticize me, but this is reality.
P.S Am I suppost to feel sorry for you, or think you’re grotesque?
P.P.S I am not afraid of you anymore, I’m more afraid of myself.

Wednesday, 5 September 2007

captivus interruptus

 



These thick restraints on my arms and legs cripple me, and suddenly I am sure I will spend the rest of my life in chains.

 




These feelings won't go away.