Streetlights

I have noticed, recently, a phenomenon of streetlights turning off when I walk by them. At 1st I thought it was chance, but it has happened so often now that I cannot believe it is not something else. I smell a fart.

Looking in

I felt like I was standing too close to someone else's good dream and may sully it with my jaded darkness

On older 'boyfriend'

I think uv lived so long pretending that nothing touches you that you've forgotten what it's like to really feel

Maudlin missings

Sometimes I just have to admit to myself, that perhaps all I want, all I am looking for, is someone to share all this with. Someone who understands. That used to be you, we used to be so magical...how could we let that die? Why do I find myself, sometimes, still missing you when you so obviously don't miss me? Time to cry

Small bar

I remember reading somewhere that playing guitar live is like cumming. If so, I've just seen 3 guys cream their pants.

Seen

An umbrella lying like a broken bird

walking home wishing for escape

Yes I'd be completely lying now if I said I don't miss him, and what he, us, meant to me. A love that was so true it hurt, that I would do anything for, who would return that knowing nothing was being counted nor would it be 'unfair'. To have that trust, that beauty, connection and magic again when all I seem to get is some shallow, some hollow. Is this because I keep closing inside? How did I lose focus so fast?

Because I am, essentially lost