Sometimes I'm there, sometimes I'm not. I'm not really hiding or masking my motives; I just have nothing to say. And this is okay. I don't want to disturb you or take all your attention - I'm just worried you'll leave and I won't see you go.
Pull the blindfold over your eyes Tape your own mouth shut Carefully pull on the end of the rope that you placed around your arms 'til it's tight. "Oh no," you think. "I'm trapped." Is this: › an exercise in self-control? › you patiently awaiting your rescue? › an example of self-deceit? Maybe it's none … Continue reading Bottled up
Last night I dreamt I was flying between the rooftops of my hometown suburban armageddon - I burnt the houses to the ground. (It was a strange dream, between wakefulness and sleep, lucid, yet out of control.) And then I saw my family except, I don't know who these people are but they seem to … Continue reading Keep the home[sick] fires burning
I should be allowed to hibernate. The sadness starts to float away like clouds dispersing after a storm. Sometimes you just need the right words to get yourself going again. Even if the whole world feels like you let them down (or you assume this to be the case, because - quite honestly - you're … Continue reading From the sublime to the ridiculous
I don't really understand why we're living this way, Why we've settled for this - for less than what we deserve. Not that anything could really change. We're still us, after all. I just wanted to take all the inspiration I could get from you. I thought it was a game, I thought I could … Continue reading The anchor