Breathing deeply, Walking backwards.

Heavy eyes are a bummer, but I like to think that it's you I have my arms around.

I pray for absolution, because nobody's ever gonna set me free.

Flawless

It's not that I'm blind to your flaws, I just soak up everything about you that is beautiful.

And to me, that is the definition of perfection.

She's a landslide with the city beneath her.

I'm not sure,

but I think that this may be real.

Calling all cars; Hillary's got it bad. Once again, once again.

I'm not sure where this particular post is going, but I think it might be headed in the right direction. Or at least the correct direction for someone who is possibly crazy, a registered insomniac, and falling hard and fast. I'm not sure. I'm not sure.

But that's what life is about, I suppose. One step forward, two steps back, never fucking sure if what you're doing will turn out fine or a big goddamn mess all over your face.

Fuck 'em all. Fight for what's true and close to your heart.

I love you. Good night.

Wonderwall

So I am sitting here, thinking, and I am slowly coming to realize that I am completely dependent on the one person who doesn't need me, not even a little. And that all these pills I'm taking are just chemicals, and that all the thoughts I'm thinking are just waiting to be dreams, and that all the words I'm typing will never matter, not even a little bit.

I wish I could write poetry sometimes, because I lack in anything interesting enough to fill this blog with. I want to change the world but every time I try God knocks me down a peg; irony at its' most ironic, I think.

Lullabies

Your idle lullabies
of things we could have been
Sang me to sleep.

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More and more I find my train of thought slips away from me as easily as the progression of dreams. Maybe I'm losing my mind or maybe it's already gone, all I know is that something is missing.