Most Of The Time... I Hope That People Understand That Where It Comes From Is Mostly A Place Of Fear.

This is why I love poetry...

I tried to let go of the echo,

but it bounced back as I put on my coat.

So these four walls were like a cloak and outside would call

to inside my dome.

I don’t answer my phone,

Often.

I don’t have hope,

Often.

I don’t atone,

Often.

Like Billie joe,

I walk this lonely road with my shadow behind me…

My only friend,

just to remind me.

Until there was him.

I keep my distance,

I don’t follow blindly.

If he takes off my blindfold,

I shut my eyes instantly.

For his purity is blinding

and if given a collision…

could mean calamity

for our existence.

One touch from me, you end up broken.

On the hopeless path of exhaustion

I can already see the cracks on your ceiling

Your floors and-

I don’t want to give it meaning.

I say the words but I hold back all the feeling.

I look at you briefly…

I keep moments to fleeting.

I love discreetly…

You might feel it’s lost all meaning.

I love you dearly…

I’m just not good at saying.

I feel this everyday...

“There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self- centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.”

— Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes

Tired of being used? Me too, pass the bottle

Sheeit, I'm only 35... So I'm halfway there!

Friendship goals...

The hustle is real...

I was just looking for a shelf, man... (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

And it's only nine in the afternoon....

{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}