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it didnt hurt at the time but i cried because my face finally resembled my life. days numbered in shards of teeth on the street and worst of all the sympathy for a hideous wreck; a long overdue mess of consequence. its fascinating how things change and become something unfamiliar or rearranged. taken for granted all this time. like your own skin. like your own pride

i dont need a reason but that winter lasted far too long. and i hope my tired eyes can reap what they've sown. and i hope you know i never meant to creep but i'm hungry and not for anything i can eat. we'll that is nothing i can heat up in a kitchen. say something cuz im damn sure i'd say anything to get you home. and chris told me that ghost flew back to alaska where she belonged. last time he saw her she was clinging to her brother's tired tattered and torn junior varsity jacket. he played water polo but not the other kind because its hard on the horses i guess. but we've got glue to hold it together as loosely as ever. i might find a friend another day soon

if the world seems a little more beautiful today its just because of what i smoked or what i drank. tonight will find me in the same place, but today i smoked out with Robert and Gabe. Its funny how boys become men. I remember when they were kids in the same yard. Too young to pronounce their 'r's. green as the trees short as the grass and never knowing how winding this world can be. or the friends we'd lose or the ones we'd gain. like fleeing an accident or being crushed by the weight, but today i love my cousins i love my friends i love those kids.

how do i wake after i've shaken myself to sleep?
all i see are colors being painted grey like robbed of a face or a name.
from summers spent fixed in one place we tore apart the way we once lived further away. an always empty suitcase and never any place to be.

i'll try to stay these crooked floorboards and bare walls and hold them back from closing me in completely but this is where i'll be when ghosts crawl in through the windows and where we'll brace against the wind when the waves come crashing through the drywall. An autumn spent chasing the leaves to find somewhere to be buried beneath some old and weathered oak tree.

Grey leaves spilled across the runway as our plane took off toward the island. Where we would walk on the back roads hand in hand, entombed in mountains and bathing in sand, but I was contemplating a sleep that would never end. We found everything in its place. The stones cold as graves. The rain in your face. I'd believe in anything we held together. The small grains that sifted between our fingers and became nothing. Frames in a movie. Your face on a screen. The softest mist covers me. The weekend came and went bottled up in bars and basements. 1000 pictures seem to say that in my arms you weigh nothing. The sun shone lime through the leaves and spilled into the streets where we all were waiting to creep into the dark again. And all along you marked on your skin a map of the way home; a web for your new friends.

we were looking toward the tree line. the sun flirted with some clouds like it was prom night in the sky. I was dangling over and under of friends turned up all together. at the same time. having the right time means glancing down at those hands or to wind them up sometimes so they'll spin true and reveal more accurately if we're where we should be, or who and what we'll remember; the chance we may never reach any peak while ankle deep in our native ground. I'm just a piece of this jagged puzzle where we live and we die. I wouldn't trade it for the world, and if i was born any different it wouldn't have been for me to decide.

i always feel like theres more people in the room. after they've all gone to bed or before they've even showed up yet. they're all here like they're all watching. they whisper in a way that seems like they're never leaving. like there was ever anything to see. days flood into days each one its own disaster. now one friends gone while another stands in his place. i'll drag myself by ear to where i'll be sleeping. sometimes i hold on too tight to things, but i can cut them out just as easily. I'll never forget the ties that i've severed.