i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

Just one hint they cry.

Just one hint they sigh.

This empty void expands

into unbelief

The streetlights illuminate darkness

into a deeper black.

The windows as they flash by

enframe nobody.

My eyes, trace no silhouette.

And the lights

they ever search for you.

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shopping today with emily.

got my skinny jeans for my boots.

sucks that my legs cant pull off the skinny jean look: screw you short legs.

ohwell. at least the bottom's hidden in the boot =D

overwhelming

unhappiness.

that i can't have it my way.

selfish i know,

but who doesn't want it their way.

if it was possible

to inject somebody with joy.

i'd be a dealer.

with tainted needles.

if it was possible

to show beauty to a soul

i'd be a painter

for the rest of my life.

and color the world

with my fingers

i'd be a writer

and etch experience

with my words.

i'd be a singer

and weave the stories

with my song.

if it were possible to erase hatred and self-loathing

i'd take your heart and give you mine.

and then destroy myself.

that way,

maybe i'll get what i want.