It’s been raining here on and off for three days. I’m lovin’ it so much. It always reminds me of Greg. The first time I ever called him, it was raining. Perhaps it’s one reason I’ll always associate it with him, but there are a lot of qualities I personally associate with rain that I associate with him, too. And his spirit. I’m gushing now, I realize, but I suppose that’s appropriate when water is involved.
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Blaming Everybody Else Is Great Until You’ve Got Nobody Left Around To Blame But YourselfI have a specific someone in mind for this…
In General, People Are Assholes
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“Literature is an occupation in which you have to keep proving your talent to people who have none.”
Just a little something I wrote…
“I want to tell you a story,” she says.
Her eyes are a marriage of a Van Gogh painting and frostbite
Her laugh sounds like sex and lung cancer
And the leaves on the ground are fresh and golden
Scattered like misplaced memories
The air smells of nectar and shame.
“I want to take a ride,” she says.
Her journal is open across her lap
And she scribbles a suicide note of her life on parchment
Her lips are desolate and swollen
With the ghost of her last clandestine kiss
Her breath smells of coffee and triumph.
“Why do you love a girl like me?” she says.
Her skin is a caricature of fire in twilight
And her hair is as brittle and black as her past
Her hands are a picture of grace and penitence
A picture of disorder and femininity.
She smells like vanilla beans and contradictions.
“I’m going home,” she says.
Her words sound like honeydew melons bathed in acid
“My home is where my feet land,” she says.
Her smile looks like razorblades and pearls
“I’ll miss you in the morning,” she says.
Her goodbye tastes like peppermint and tomorrow.
“Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile.
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life’s mystery seems so faded.”
Aside from my mother, I haven’t talked to a single person - online, on the phone, or in person - for three days. And I haven’t wanted to; I’ve been sleeping on weird hours to avoid my friends. Yes, I know that’s fucked-up, but I hate to make rifts; to cry, whine, to squawk, or complain, but I haven’t been so depressed in a long time. My friends don’t want to know about my woes; they have their own troubles. It’s been a couple weeks since I started getting that feeling that something terrible is going to happen, and now I’ve allowed myself to weaken… to collapse into depression. So I close myself away in my room, where I can read, and think flawed thoughts, and forget that anything’s wrong. It’s the only way.
It’s the only way.
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