The Smog Machine
The slow walk to the mailbox.
The unnerving, unsettling, walk to the mailbox.
The will I be able to pay my rent walk to the mailbox. 130 more words
2 hours, 50 minutes
Words. On the Internet.
Caroline. I learned her name through the phonebook, my shaking fingers carefully caressing its pages as I searched for the address I’d seen her at so many times. 3,036 more words
3 hours, 6 minutes
Truth: I am a sucker for the broken.
4 hours, 41 minutes
” If someone is naked & you do not like view… why do you ask to feel…
why speak of love if hate is underneath your tongue “ 147 more words
1 day, 1 hour
I need my tears for when I smile
Crying tears of black
I think of all the things i lack
How they all get thrown in my face
Over and over again leaving no trace… 179 more words
1 day, 5 hours
Lately I’ve been feeling really down and lonely. That’s also part of the reason I don’t write very much, anymore.
I’m really sorry for that. 129 more words
1 day, 11 hours
It’s during the night
When the world falls short of light
That behind my drooping eyelids I see
A drunken picture of your imagery
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1 day, 13 hours