Posts Tagged: depression

Last I Heard of Her

I bought a house, I lost a friend but only one of those is news. I could go out, and play pretend only I wouldn’t be amused. I could waste my time, and just go to be with you but

Last I Heard of Her

I bought a house, I lost a friend but only one of those is news. I could go out, and play pretend only I wouldn’t be amused. I could waste my time, and just go to be with you but

Not Without Effort

Time it twists and we are limited by this existence with its frails and their feeble mindedness and its spirals into madness, clinging by a thread to happiness. Defiant to true hope and grace, trekking forward faithlessly. Retracting from the

Not Without Effort

Time it twists and we are limited by this existence with its frails and their feeble mindedness and its spirals into madness, clinging by a thread to happiness. Defiant to true hope and grace, trekking forward faithlessly. Retracting from the

Live to Work

I don’t want your life. I hardly want my own. Tell me anything, otherwise I will have to go. As if there were secrets I couldn’t keep to myself. There are tells. If you haven’t caught on, you’re either stupid,

Live to Work

I don’t want your life. I hardly want my own. Tell me anything, otherwise I will have to go. As if there were secrets I couldn’t keep to myself. There are tells. If you haven’t caught on, you’re either stupid,

My Future: My Friend, Fuck You, My Friend

I don’t know WHO you are I don’t know WHAT YOU WANT. But you make me second guess myself. Got my stomach twisted in knots. Make me think I don’t know what I want. Here’s looking to the future For

My Future: My Friend, Fuck You, My Friend

I don’t know WHO you are I don’t know WHAT YOU WANT. But you make me second guess myself. Got my stomach twisted in knots. Make me think I don’t know what I want. Here’s looking to the future For

Dry

Where has all the marrow of life gone? I have cracked open the bones and found them dry. They crumbled in my hands and lay in sheets of dust at my feet. I have no desire to wash them clean.

Dry

Where has all the marrow of life gone? I have cracked open the bones and found them dry. They crumbled in my hands and lay in sheets of dust at my feet. I have no desire to wash them clean.

The Calling (absent)

I have heard the call before that feeling the nagging at the threshold of your consciousness which informs you that somebody is thinking of you which informs you that some one you care about needs you which informs you that

The Calling (absent)

I have heard the call before that feeling the nagging at the threshold of your consciousness which informs you that somebody is thinking of you which informs you that some one you care about needs you which informs you that

Movement

Is a coveted thing. For some of us, it does not come easily, and let’s not forget for those of us that movement does not come at all. I suppose, like many things movement is a spectrum. not entirely based

Movement

Is a coveted thing. For some of us, it does not come easily, and let’s not forget for those of us that movement does not come at all. I suppose, like many things movement is a spectrum. not entirely based