May 2010
2 posts
sometimes...
I wish someone read these…
Pastly Triffles (4/24/10)
The past burns holes in my soul like blotches, stains extenuated with time. I’m in a sea of thought and the physical aspect of my being has lost its significance all together. I might just get rid of it. The only things I think about these days are suicide, drugs and obscure subjects like “reality,” but it always comes back to suicide, no matter what.
Ya know who’s running...
