This is my cat. He’s a big dummy.
I see everything through this sort of storm-vision. It’s always raining sideways and dripping down your knees and your dress is being ripped around without a touch of care. You’re always on a cliff, where the land suddenly ends and before the erosion you can see the roots of the grass hanging daintily over the horrific height. I’m never with you though; I’m always far away watching you stand there and cover your face from the wind. I don’t know if we’ve met or not.
words rain windI murder everything
It’s not my fault, I swear.
words life sucks fuckCalm reactions plague my fingertips
My follicles are crying and overflowing over my nails. There’s an interesting expression coming out of your skin. Your surprise at my every reaction confuses me, but I like it at the same time. There’s a flowing connection that I feel between this awkward air filling the room between us. I hope that things develop into the film focus that I see through my eyes.
Everything is so difficult.
My ears won’t stop ringing.
words things nonsenseHahahahaha
You were perfect. Now I have to try harder.
so it goes wordsAnonymous asked: Did you really quit?
Probably not. I’ve just been really lacking motivation to do anything lately. I’m also distracted by a new computer on top of that so really I’m just drowning in unproductivity. I’m pretty sure that’s not even a real word.
Anonymous asked: sometimes they are what?
Sometimes it’s about you. Sometimes it’s about no one. Sometimes there is no right answer. Sometimes there’s only one answer. Sometimes you’re late. Sometimes you’re wrong. Sometimes you wonder if you are both thinking the same thing. Sometimes you know it and other times you wonder. Sometimes you know the right path. Sometimes you doubt it. Sometimes you wonder why you’re feeling something. Sometimes you wonder why you’re feeling nothing. Sometimes you’re hungry for everything. Sometimes the words are too slow. Sometimes the sun is in the wrong place. Sometimes the clouds ruin everything. Sometimes you dream about people you haven’t talked to in years. Sometimes you dream about killing someone. Sometimes you can only think of one person. Sometimes you can’t stop. Sometimes sometimes sometimes sometimes you wish it would slow down and other times you wish it would speed up. It doesn’t matter or it matters a whole lot.
Things that should be confusing are confusing. Things that are simple are simple. Things that should hurt me do and things that shouldn’t still do sometimes. Things are happening. Things that are new are exciting. Things that are old are still. Round trip ticket to Rhode Island. I’ll still be beating in the morning, counting days on my fingertips. Hopefully I won’t need more.
Words La
