Friday, July 03, 2009

You know, it will never stop.

It was four in the morning and I couldn't find my way to sleep.
was it shut properly - was it sealed - was it switched - all these wild, uneasy thoughts ran amok in my mind I found myself walking against the wind, to the silver spaceship; this big, fat giant sloppy mess that I am; this unexpected failure; this incompetence thrown out of proportion; I can't deal with this but I can't cry my way out, can I?

How weird it is, I found a little comfort watching the leaves, as they dance to the waltz of the howling wind, rustling, this feeling caught me - this tiny moment had me crying - why are we bound to the derivatives of happiness, constantly seeking for it? Times like this made me think of you.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

no leaky holes

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Why does this feel so dampened - so heavy, so much of a burden?
Why does it make me cry, and can't stop thinking about wanting out?
You are right, I am stupid.

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

/:mental offal, what else can we derive from pure failure?
madaitai

Sunday, May 24, 2009

こらが最後さようならだ
yokatta

Sunday, May 17, 2009


New dress!

Times like this make me think of you

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Loud thumps in the skull, crying foul, and who the fuck are you? There is this constant nagging voice inside my head, I wish I could relocate the angst, and allow myself to sink back into ground zero - who needs to rebel when you are in the center of a vortex? It made me sad, truly, madly so because to feed on misery is like limping through a mental minefield, I'd rather leave than to be consumed by fear.

While we are in the middle of our half lives, while we could, before our souls slowly rot into millions of decaying possibilities, I love you.