Hearts make no sound as they break. quiet as an empty grave

I had one of those long weekends again. the kind where the end becomes a presense

Living is just the slowest way to die

Try to chase the lightning as it dances in your head. rumbling through your heart like an avalanche

Write because the hunger still goes on unabated. write because broken isn't all you are

Sometimes i think it would be nice to be fragile. then maybe once in a while someone would be gentle