Day 149 : 217 Days
amazing and a tragedy. there is no lack of a spark, but rather something forced to go stale. it is the same in both of us though, it cannot be denied.
not giving up. i will rot inside first.
Day 149 : 217 Days
amazing and a tragedy. there is no lack of a spark, but rather something forced to go stale. it is the same in both of us though, it cannot be denied.
not giving up. i will rot inside first.
Day 142 : 222 Days
New character. She’s got a story.
Day 136 : 229 Days
i’ve mad a million decisions to be happy in a single moment, but in selfish happiness, and now it has left me with months, to be years, of longing, missing what would have been the most explosive, long-lasting happiness. in time, the empty will diminish and fill to the brim again. will it fill into a solid glass and not leak? move forward and live on that chance, i must, or i will forever dwell. let art take hold and grasp my heart, wrap me in comfort and passion for the meantime. let it blind me in its beauty. it will be a sweet blindfold.
Doodzin’ away…
Day 125 : 241 Days
no touch, no seeing, no words. and this is what a year amounts to. there are words to be said for this. instead gallop on free spirited horse, and with that being said, dddddddderby time. let the thoughts of burden blow off the mane & tail.
Day 122 : 244 Days
