4 August 10 11:41:11 am

you’ll push away. you’ll raise your arms and pull. you won’t stop till every one is gone. everything is starved and dying. clearcut your heart again today. old refrains become mantras. nothing. no one. the certainty of solitude. no one to get between you and your lies. no one to go off script. you love the unexpected so long as the room locked and empty. your heart won’t bleed or ache, or want for anything, anyone. you’ll take the cold empty embrace of silence over the violent, unpredictable heaving of “other”, and you’ll do it with an ugly satisfaction. you making a study of how empty emptiness can really be. that’s okay. follow your will into the dark.