May 2009
8 posts
s l o w b u r n
make only one plan for an entire weekend and wrap it around the most likely point of failure. the weekend becomes and unexpected joy. late night text a girl you could love but just can’t. circle each other, running in opposite directions till that last circle is so tight neither of you can breathe. then run harder. destroy something that matters to remember you can do anything, and that...
today i felt something i could only describe as happiness. fleeting and gone as fast as i noticed it. who needs it.
the wondering is what kills.
“you’ll pry my young girls from my cold dead hands motherfucker!”
– I.m. Ruzz Today at 20:38 on Facebook
s p r i n g
shes breathing heavy in your ear now. hands chasing hairs across dappled skin and busting at the seams to break free. shes moist and halting and comng for your innards full with promises of tall grasses, or foot wide treeroots like ribs juttting from red-brown earth as if they were minature fleshy mountain ranges or long cool runs of ashphalt slick with night rains and dotted with red streak...