Find me one the soles of your feet, and tangled in your hair. The sunshine, and the rain
Category: cries
seal’s watershed
‘Cept a meat suit filled with scars
i and her; she and Me
Depression. I know that’s what it is, lapping at my bare feet and tickling my toes. It comes in waves, like the tide; pushing and pulling. I know she’s always there waiting, biding her time and readying herself to begin moving her things back in the day I forget to latch the door. Thats the…
my solemn wish
Eyes are raining as I write
For we won’t be seeing you tonight
don’t forget me
You left. You had to go, tickets were bought and trips were planned but no one knew. Not even you, really. I tell myself the time we had, those few amazing and wonderful moments are the things I’ll hold on to until forever gobbles me up in it’s darkness. I was bumbling; brimming over with…
it’s all just dark matter anyway
I wore a black dress to your funeral. The same as the last one; recycled outfit only different faces. Though I guess that’s just how it goes now. I originally bought it for a bridal party; a night out before a griends wedding. On some level I know it’s ironic but conciously perseverate only on…
the things i tell myself
I tell myself I have Mother’s work to start, and a husband and home and a job and we’ll rest later… but we never do”
Morphing of the Savino Mind 