secret place

wish i could dig a hole to hide all my secrets in, shovel the dirt back on top and seal it off with a sigh.


so many friends and yet so dangerously alone, all the time. the impermanence of it all, the transience of socializing and befriending people, dumping all your heart into it and then watching them go away. i'm so done. i'm going to be alone from now on. it is something i will be okay with.

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Whys and Whatsits

Lately I can't recall names. I forget checks, I drop my keys unknowingly. Lately my dreams are more real than really living. I touch things awake and witness events and there is nothing but clinical numbness. Lately I'm losing my words; without those, I thought I was nothing. 

This is an attempt to remember everything. At the end of the day, words are all we have.