elesq reblogged
I don’t know. You may have a faint glimmer shining somewhere in the caves of your heart. Maybe you just need a swift breeze to run through you to help spread the fire.
T.S. Keen (via voagi)
Source: voagi
5.11.16 - journal - “Nomad” I hang. Unbarred, unbound; liquid pulled by drains. I can’t write like this. Like claws. Like fangs; slicing self-portraits of my confusion into the side of my own neck. It doesn’t work this way. I know it. But I’m desperate enough for meaning to search for it in other people. Look at the evidence. It’s been three years now and I know that picking apart watermarked phrases and rearranging them doesn’t make the solitude any more palatable. I need similar thoughts to exist - but somewhere else, in words that are not mine.
Source: ebriosity
4.14.16 - journal - “Itch”
Mind’s bitten to pulp. Impatient for movement, for traction, for new thoughts, new feelings. ... I believed I could feel comfortable. Not so much now.
Source: ebriosity