Thursday, September 11, 2014

I planned to do 3 steps today



I've been constantly scratching myself since yesterday.

I have this very real or very made up anxiety disorder.

There are 84 versions of me in my brain and they all shout, whine and run around all the time.


I don't believe in synchronicity. I don't believe in miracles. I don't believe in soulmates. I don't believe that everything happens for a reason.

I think the state of being in love is hormonal, and that we make our own fate.

If you look up there is a different perspective.
It doesn't matter how things end. What matters is whether they really end.

I don't hate you. 

But maybe I shouldn't love you anymore.





Sunday, September 7, 2014

Paris is on fire

Life goes on
and
what seems to have been killing you 
you seem to have gotten over it. 
And it all gets very weird. 
How time goes by.
People, 
places, 
feelings, 

little pieces of yourself. 


There is a safe distance between living and loving.


I feel like 

I've become more 
acquainted 
with
everything.



Thursday, September 4, 2014

We used to wait



Did you know?
Your mind knocks on my door. 

It wants us to play.
It tells me things.

Like

How do you feel?

We.

We used to write letters 
to drown them into the sea.

We left our love on a tree
because you wanted the world to see
what it can mean to be
you
me

Me.