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