Sunday, November 22, 2015

EVERY MINUTE PASSES LIKE AN HOUR.



Current mood.

LOVE.

Monday, November 16, 2015

I love you

I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

i used to feel alright.

Life is hard. Spit in your face, punch ya in the gut, and a little bit more. No good time is actually good, it's a temporary time to forget about all the suckiness. People around me aren't in good health, things in my house are breaking, I'm being pushed to my limits, working overtimes and weekends, I'm getting yelled at and relationships are all over the place. I'm hearing the worst of things, and trying to hold myself and everyone else together. Vet bills are expensive, and so are groceries..

Then, I heard this song. Took me to a temporary time, to forget. Oh man, forgetting is the best. Go ahead. No shame in crying on the dance floor.

Monday, November 9, 2015

CLOSED DOORS.

Closed. Open. The door swings.
In comes you, breath short, he brings
Himself in asking how are you's and what's and where's
Long gazes and questions with blank stares
Opened. Close. The door swings.
Thought maybe I missed the phone rings
New and improved, tired and lost
Forgot
Mood shot
And what not
And who not
And who's new
And new shoes
And issues
And what have you's and misuse and wrong choices and right choices
And loud voices and mixed noises
Stumbles and falls and missed calls.
Closed. Open. The door slams.
Remember which way and how fast we ran
Remember which borders and which trips and all that shit
Throwin' fits, bloggin hits and all just to open.. and close.
My back hurts, the world is heavy.
Work hard, be ready.
Anonymous texts have already started.
She's terrified from the last time you parted.
The door's yours. The floor's yours.
You have, the floor.
Say what you mean, mean what you say. Be a better you. I'm bettering me.
Opened. Close. Closed. Open. Opened. Closed. Opened.

Stand up. Land on your feet.
Stop the door, it creaks.
Open.
Close.
Op-