I spent my life waiting for the tree to let me go spent my life waiting for a wind that came too late so I fell and here I lie on uneven pavement alternating between too hot and too cold and I’m still waiting for even the slightest breeze to lift me up and take me away Advertisements
Following my roommate, Lydia, and me on the three days we were in the Dallas area.
Some days I have the beginnings of a headache, and I don’t know if it’s from dehydration or caffeine withdrawals. They began last month, when I began to replace my nightly coffee with the more soothing decaf vanilla chai tea bags my sister bought me for Christmas last year. That was around the same time…
I followed my dreams Just like they told me I followed my heart To the edge of the sea And just when I thought It was all meant to be I leapt for the stars And landed dead in a gutter
It’s starts in the morning. I mean, it starts with the morning. That’s right. No. No, that’s not right, either. The morning starts with it. There it is. The morning starts with it, and no one tells me when enough is enough because there is no such thing. I live my life between addiction and…
fall into me feel the strength of the fall deep in your bones down to your toes into your lungs fall into me surrender to a darkness so swift so sweet it rings like rain down a drainpipe
The wind is spent and the waves stretch over this pebbled beach. I lie alone under a clear, dark sky and wonder. I wonder so many things, but none of them matter because this is the end. You abandoned me here on this godforsaken beach, where I beat the rocks with bloody fists.