Tuesday, March 30, 2010

do you really?
yes i do.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

i want so much to capture the harsh stillness of silence that can only be measured in heartbeats. all you can hear are the crescendos of your breathing and your heart beating out of your chest. i long to hold the way the sunlight bends through the curtains and dances its way across the hardwood floor. if i could, i would keep that look you get in your eyes in my pocket, you know, the look that makes my stomach drop and my heart beat fast. i want to paint my walls with the beauty and distress broken glass causes when it shatters across the floor. each fragment catching a ray of light or an unfortunate shade of red as you carefully tiptoe across your room, regretting the fact that you remained shoeless amidst the inanimate battlefield your broken bottle has created.

Monday, March 22, 2010

i wake up in a blind stare, rubbing my eyes without gaining focus. all i see is the blurry picture of sunlight bending its way in between the mismanaged blinds. the light is scattered across my floor like broken glass, piercing my feet with its coldness. i have goosebumps on my bare skin and i swear i can see my breath as i walk across the hardwood floor. i feel like i'm stranded inside of my head and all i want to do is be back where i was before. i long to be consistent and worthwhile. pry into my mind and try to understand me, i'm sick of trying to understand everyone and everything that doesn't make the least bit of sense and i'm tired of  everything being lackluster, including me. i am thoroughly uninteresting.