look away'i need to get out there. i'm meant for more than this' you spoke quietly as you looked out over the harbour, soaking up the last of the sunset with every nicotine laced breath. all i could do was hold your hand and nod. i knew this meant leaving, i knew it meant without me.look away
you'd come back again, be happy for a week and subsequently sink back into the old routine of silence, smoking and being completely without cause. sometimes it just tires me out, having to check on you constantly. i know you stopped living a long time ago, sometimes i just have to look away.
wordsyour hands painted mournful pictures, the words you spelled out each had a deep meaning i couldn't grasp just by reading. i had to hold on to your fingers and taste each breath you took; see the words you absent-mindedly mouth as you write them down. the tea mug that still contains the faint stench of whisky sits on the table waiting to be drunk from once more. the liquor made your eyes fill with stars as you foretold the end of us and the world. you explained things in a way that i couldn't understand but i listened because your voice made things work. ask you about you and your lip would curl. you'd rather talk poetry; ramblingswords
slipping awayhow easy was it to forget? did you force it away, or did it just simply slip your mind?slipping away
how easy was it to leave? did you make and effort to stay, or did you just slip from my sight?
the ghosts the ghoststhe ghosts surrounded me and clung to me like damp on an unexpected, frost-glazed morning in the summer. ghosts of memories and the ghost of a feeling that i used to contract when i smelled that smell. the one that smells like heat but not quite and breeze but not just. it was so overwhelming that i was forced to sit on the kerb and put my head in my hands. i remembered all that had been said.the ghosts the ghosts
all that should have been but wasn't quite and it all seemed the same but wasn't just. the ghosts surrounded me &n
| It does not matter how slow you go, as long as you do not stop. |
exhausted
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"Free your mind and your ass will follow!"
- Riku Rantala, Madventures III.
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I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through.
I'm ashamed of the person I am.
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