I'm Miserable But Everything Also Feels Beautiful

My eyes sting from crying I just want to sleep

i wish and i wish and i wish but it will never make things return to the way they used to be. i can wish all i want, but it will never be enough. i wish for the same thing every time: to be special to someone again. i know i shouldn’t tell you because now it won’t come true, but i think i was doomed anyway.

The question is, I suppose, are you ready to accept it if it doesn’t come from where you want it to?

I think sometimes we become blind to the love we so desperately crave when it doesn’t come from the place we want it to.

The love was there, and is there, you just have to look beyond your desired horizon.

so many ideas and i’m always too tired to act on them.

l don’t know much but i do know that i’m losing

My mother, was God before I knew what God was

My father, was an angel, abandoned, fallen, blood still smeared on his ivory wings

I tend to forget that God seemed to forge the fall of Satan

But I am reminded when I find feathers painted with maroon in the corners of my mind

How long do we have before the love starts to rot?

Do you always have to look your lover in the eye when you twist the knife?

Was the gun pointed at his temple or yours?

running from my own life now

i'm really turning some time

looking up to the sky for something

i may never find

“Shawty so bad in the soul that my heart got a boner.”

A quote from my dear friend Bocephus

isn’t it kind of awesome how we are all still learning and isn’t it kind of terrible how we’ll never completely figure our shit out

Shed your old skin or die in it

Inhale warmth

Exhale ecstasy