Saturday, March 12, 2011

our hell is a good life

walking alone in the rain is something only a frigid romantic does.

if you don't tangle expectations with people, you are never disappointed
although the converse is what tends to happen.

my heart beat feels heavy &slow under the weight of a hot bath, a heart that aches after a voice on the other end hangs up,
a heart that shakes when all that matters is oceans away.

it's consistency i lack.

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