[sometimes the same is different, but mostly... it's the same.]
some things are better to forget...
i have one concern (maybe two...)
not revealing.
the water's turning black,
temporarily deaf; breathing heavy.
heat, lay down on me.
the best of our moments,
however mundane and redundant it has become,
seem to wrap themselves tightly around my heart...
to keep an unwilling soul.
i am starved of him.
surprised myself to stumble upon this conclusion.
may have suspected...
this is why i haven't gotten rid of........
fully unaware of the impossibility
liar, this is going to be a fucking blast.

earlier i decided to remind them that i am not a monster,
but it only comes out as a whisper.

anytime, anywhere.
- posted by angela @ 5:31 PM