9:14 pm, 5/31/2011
Human love is a cheap imitation. All it does is destroy.
4:25 pm, 5/31/2011
And suddenly every insignificant thing has a purpose. I can’t feel my hand moving but I can see it glide across the page. Every fiber of my pillow is now a pioneer. Every dent in the pale yellow walls are now wounds; scars, even. Every thing that shouldn’t matter means something now. My heart pounds inside my skull and because of the music, it sends me reeling.
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11:25 pm, 5/28/2011
You know me through and through. And I know you. There’s nothing wrong about you. So why can’t I know that I love you? How can I be sure of it? That is a question I will never, ever have the answer to. And oh I wish I could..
8:11 pm, 2/27/2011
I could inspire you. I could drive you up a wall. I could shorten your breath. I could paralyze you. I could freeze your eyes on me; so that you couldn’t look away. You wouldn’t want to. I could reinvent intensity. I could make your body sing for me. I could make you taste who I am. I can twist you inside out, tangle you up inside of me. I can show you. I can make you feel what you...