You must remember. Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts, that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.
when my eyes swell up with tears. and all I want is to be held, and to feel safe because of how unstable I've felt lately. And for the 5th time in a row, my boyfriend does not even notice.
"Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind."
My mind was in some slumber, far far from here, yet indeed it was rather nice to disappear.
Things are beginning to unravel, disentangling though my skull. Oh yes, I believe I have wandered here before.
How I can feel it crawling up my spine, scratching harder the higher it goes. Still I don't know how to beat this. I don't know where to go. I think maybe this time I'll just have to lose my mind, in a possible order to get this right.
I am but a hopeless heartless poet living in a world that adds up to nothing, I find beauty in simplicity while I search for a flame to maybe keep me going
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