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Jul. 30th, 2013 @ 02:38 pm
When I press my hands against my eyes, I see the galaxy in my palms. 

insomnia Jul. 12th, 2013 @ 12:46 am
I imagine all the stars dancing above me
Time flows through my thoughts
Through each inhale and exhale
The peaceful night is ruptured by my brain's noisy corridors
The stress of impending sleep deprivation

Will I die in your arms...our joints creaking like rusted metal?

Jun. 7th, 2013 @ 06:29 pm
hunter and the hunted by simple minds will always remind me of when the priest came to visit you in the hospital. all i can think of now is the dust accumulating on your skin. 

Apr. 21st, 2013 @ 10:36 pm
i want to feel the weight of your sadness in my palms

Mar. 28th, 2013 @ 11:45 pm
i am happy because
my mouth still tastes like dust
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