JEDJA -

lonesome and weary (all messed up)

försöker att laga hål, vet inte om det bara gör dem värre. större, djupare, mer smärtsamma.

2010-08-10 @ 21:38:17 åsikter (5)

collect your thoughts

when your head's messed up and you cannot grab any feeling rushing through, getting all tangled. when you're alone and it's saturday night, you're wondering if there will be any scars after you're done. when you try to find your path and to open new doors, you're wondering if you should go back.

2010-08-07 @ 20:40:02 åsikter (4)

bird:2

she lit her third cigarette and emptied her lungs through the nose.
pure poison wandering through an innocent girl.

2010-07-30 @ 12:00:20 åsikter (3)

99999999999999999

2010-07-28 @ 01:46:57 åsikter (2)

blindfolded

2010-07-27 @ 16:52:01 åsikter (2)

sailor 1+2

He lit a cigarette and stare intensely at the grass-covered ground beneath our feet. Inhaled, exhaled. He tought of the seas and how he wished they embraced him. Then he looked up at me and invited me to have some of that cigarette.
"Hm, no, thanks.." Didn't feel for it. It sometimes made me sick thinking of the poison filling my lungs.

2010-07-27 @ 12:01:06 åsikter (5)

let's get lost

to lay down on the rug in your room; music's filling our bodies. to feel your petite fingers smoothly stroke my skin. the jittery feeling at the spot: the cheek, the rib, the knee, the arm, the shoulder-blade, the lip, the collarbone, the thigh.

2010-07-25 @ 19:19:12 åsikter (4)

vacation

(You're piling up magazines on your floor just to fill out empty space. Imagine that they are bricks that complete the ruined wall of your heart. Deep breaths, closed eyes. Every part of your room is white, like one of those innocent souls.)

2010-07-23 @ 01:32:09 åsikter (3)