Fly to the moon just to fall back down again.

I have a million and two beautiful things to tell you about. I have his eyes in my palms and his skin on my tongue and every inch of me is covered with his smell. I have this sensation of drowning, of being just under the surface and if I wanted I could reach up and save myself but my arms are too entangled to bother. I had birthdays and smiles and hugs and I’m sorry I didn’t knows. I have sleepless nights and early mornings and I have it all. Today I have it all. Tonight I have to start all over again and there is a big chance tomorrow I won’t have anything at all.

i’ve been driven by so many forces that i sometimes have to neglect the truthful points you prick driving motors, ah they’re all going and i can’t stop guitar strums until it hums and then flows it’s all for the end, i don’t know if i’m alive or already dead.

feigning eden

August 24, 2005

yes

ryn: elaborate?

vroenis

September 1, 2005

but of-course – this is more-or-less always the case.

i know the feeling, as i read it again i feel like i know nothing you drove me insane with what you said you begged a question i’m in so many directions when anything’s thrown in it’s interogated (fk sp?) i thought you gave me a hint by not calling i’m all fcking vulnerable and sensitive every damn fall, it seems but who knows how frequent thanks for the voicemail.

begged questions*