I Really Want To Find Some Secret Doorway That Leads To Chamber Of Books Full Of Love And Poetry Trying

I wake up at 3AM with the smell of you but all I can taste is loneliness.

My heart shutters to synchronise with the beat of your heart ,but all it can ever create is pure mess.

As if it was made to be apathetic and you, well you? Art.

–Anonymous

somewhere in my dreams i live in the same city you were born in wearing the same old worn out linen

in these reveries of mine you play and talk too loud, you often drive me crazy too

somewhere in these dreams the skies haven’t lost their color and I haven’t lost you

I'm always praying for your happiness.

im sinking into myself but hey the sky looks so beautiful

I am a grown ass adult and I still get nausea when I feel like I'm in trouble. They're gonna send me to the principals office and take away my toys for a week. Can you just fucking kill me instead of making me stew in my fucking anxiety

Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West

should i be the prey and feel wanted or yearn and hunt for it

Imagine being the subject of someone's poetry.

She painted her soul like a beautiful sky,

made me sit down and stare at her eternal beauty.

~k

D. H. Lawrence, from The Complete Novels and Writings of D. H. Lawrence