Tell me your secrets. And ask me your questions.

Oh let's go back to the start.

Yellow lines dart away from me in my rear view mirror. Trees come at my window. Tears come to my lids.

Everyone's past is the hardest thing to get over. It comes back to you at night with a simple flutter of an eyelash. A simple twitch of the fingers. Time doesn't heal all. Sometimes it corrodes you, it eats away at your flesh until there's no outer layer. Nothing to protect you. Now every little, minuscule thing tears at you. Rips you wide open for the world to prod at and trample on.

Welcome.

My words have no flowers in them, no. Oh no, no flowers today.

I'll take you back to the start...

Eyes on Fire

I've come to the conclusion that Valentines day is a very inconsiderate holiday. Sure, it's great if you love to get caught up in all the hype and you have someone you love that loves to get caught up as well; but what about the others? The ones who don't have anyone to celebrate with? We're jipped and jaded. There's not a day in our year that celebrates being single.

This is not an entry with flowery words or metaphorical sentences. My apologies.

Land Locked Blues

It amazes me how things that are supposed to make me feel better, actually make me feel worse. It's almost like I'm living under a microscope and everything I do or feel is magnified.

It amazes me how the people living around me can be such excellent people, without falter. And I, living amongst them, manages to obliterate any good thing that comes my way.

It amazes me how many times I've lied to myself, saying that this was it. This was the end. Then continue to waltz down my destructive path. Waltzing.

It amazes me how another opportunity to escape presents itself, right when it feels like I'm about to hit bottom. The universe will never let me hit it. Sometimes I believe that's the only way to find relief.

This opportunity, I'm considering it my last. Better late than never, right?

Road to Joy.

The ones you care about most will always let you down the hardest. My teeth collide with the curb as your words hit my ears and swim inside my brain fluid, corroding it.

No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter, sometimes that's just the most comfortable place.

It Always Steals Away.

We become more complex with time. Simplicity escapes us as soon as it can. For some I hope it stays.

Lay Low

Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold. Cold.
Eight.

Black Cab.

What is this constant ache?