When I've gone out of town by myself, by the second or third day, I want to be home. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
I know I'll make it through it, but right now, I'm really just scared.


Summer comes trueautumn is approaching.Summer comes true
The time will come to speak of summer love,
and hide once again under the tree that lives in the garden,
behind your favorite swing set.
And you'll sit there and ask it all the same questions you've asked before.
summers ending.
All the hands in pockets,
shared breakfasts and stolen moments.
Will ways be secret memories.
the time has come to speak of endless love that has now ended.
How alone will we be sitting under our sad little tree?
To stubborn to see everything?


a dream, a death, a-wakeI.a dream, a death, a-wake
I lie awake, considering (despite fatigue & wishful thinking)
the air staggering hurricaned in my chest
with dreams voyeuristic I am right there, knowing ache
Though perhaps it's like a dark boy told me:
there should be no words (i feel) there will be none (in fact) we could
just end up with an alphabet of silence and mute hands, bellies having swallowed our sense
of timing & divine knowledge: speech can be unwanted conception with the vessels of our tongues, and
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"We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give" Winston Churchill
thank you!!!
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this is the end of the world as we know it...
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BriAn
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more WILD
less STYLE
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"I'm olny human, I make misteaks."
"Don't tick me off, I'm running out of places to hide the bodies."
"Foolish pawns..." - lust, FMA
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