i smell memories in secondhand smoke but i do not see or clearly feel them. i fear i have become dull and lack substance in the things i say and do. i have become exhausted by the constant struggle of humanity. i've got to feel something real, soon. even if its a fucking knife in my back.
december 26th, 2008.
2:32 A.M.
its over.
the understanding i thought i would find was never there.
three lurking branches sillouhetted against a dark and beautiful night sky seem to fit together with unmistakable perfection.
slight differences prove this wrong. due to far too many undeniable imperfections, together they will never be able to grasp the twinkling bundle of stars in their midst
always just out of reach...
but it was a beautiful sight.
and permanantly imprinted upon the blank slate of my mind.
"for what its worth"
i never loved you. goodbye.
<3 Heather
december 26th, 2008.
2:32 A.M.
its over.
the understanding i thought i would find was never there.
three lurking branches sillouhetted against a dark and beautiful night sky seem to fit together with unmistakable perfection.
slight differences prove this wrong. due to far too many undeniable imperfections, together they will never be able to grasp the twinkling bundle of stars in their midst
always just out of reach...
but it was a beautiful sight.
and permanantly imprinted upon the blank slate of my mind.
"for what its worth"
i never loved you. goodbye.
<3 Heather
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sureality:
what are you up to?
limowreck:
and i loved yours right back. that was hardcore. i love raw poetry that's untouched by editing.