July 2010
11 posts
” she likes to walk along the edge of the cliff, smiling and laughing because she knows it worries me. “stop being so concerned,” she says, “that stress will kill you one day.” she looks out over the ocean, and imagines, for a brief moment, she has wings. “
someday
i am so sick of feeling weak and needy. i want to stand alone.
It’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
a safety net.
its like you’re a bird kept in an open cage where you’re free to leave or stay. you may get confused but the longer you think, the less you know what to do.
you could take a risk and have freedom.
but you know, It’s all there for you as long as you don’t fly away.
butterfly corkboard.
i keep trying to
pin you down, but every time
i think i’ve got a
hold on you, i feel
you slipping away.
No I don’t have a car.
No I don’t have a nice computer.
I have a bike.
And a ghetto dell laptop.
I work a job that pays me minimum wage.
And I have parents that I miss and never get to see.
Because I’m scared that if they visit me, their car will break down.
I feel like I went from having everything to having nothing.
And honestly, I’m scared.
Really scared.
I have so much I have to...
