Infatuation and

My mania gets the best of me. Maybe it's illusion. Maybe you love me.... Maybe neither of us will say that. Maybe it's just infatuation and neither of us will admit it. Maybe we're just friends. I feel more. I'm not sure what you feel.

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Lies

I am fine. I am alive. I feel fine. I can drive. I know all these things that I tell the others. The facade that i carry which  lies beneath another. Lives buried under lies. The truth hides. It comes out every so often to tell that I have let it fall too deeply. I …

The other day, Someone asked me about something that led to words describing my being. I heard myself udder a loss of life and quickly I wandered into a desire to die. I love you so dearly and I've seen the ceremonies where everyone shares all the memories. I want to shiver and yet I …

Scoreless

The sky is gray. Not in clouds, simply the dusk of a clear day. The sun was out and it was hot.I crippled into an emotional insanity earlier that day. Unable to feel anything more than pure anxiety, I called a friend.We ignored the absence of physicality. We understood the truth of insanity. I had …

Flipping coins

Finding time for divine. I spend most my days wondering what another life would feel like. My best friends are gone. We all wander like electrons about this earth. Connected by bits of fancy plastics, will we be together again? What used to happen. We cared and were ready to jump. Now there's so many …

Walking away

On this day I will allow my fellow travelers to touch my life and know they will support me through my journey.

Yes, please

"Thank you... For surviving another year of life" The words were a joke, yet buried in strife. The background, the knowledge, the loving of life known intimately that i thought i would die. There's fire beneath, there's fire and light. So free realized i thought i would die. There never may be another like you …

Love

I wish I could tell you I wish you could see, the things I'd never say hoping they didn't be. Maybe we'd flourish if you'd live long enough. We never saw that; we couldn't be that much. Instead I live trying to love people I do not trust.

Love, pt 2

I had the idea. I drafted the message. My finger grazed to send, Instantly, a thought of aggressions. Why - I asked myself. Why such anger? This is not love. This is the obligation of meeting society's need to feel common. I am far from common, and that's just a part of why we love …