February 2012
“I’m so very tired from carrying you with me. You left me long ago yet you still...”
– Chris (via themusician)
had a dream-woke up
The comfort didn’t suffice because it wasn’t real
You weren’t there
Will I love
Can I be loved?
I don’t know if these things are attainable
Everyone has them
Or looks that way
I miss
I miss
I miss life pre-catastrophe
Pre- discourse
And disbelief
It all is tangled together
But nothing fits
And everything is separate
so…….hungover………..fuck……..
hmmm…drinking kombucha….what exactly is supposed to be so good about it?
just wanna be loved
writing a paper in a coffee shop turned into downloading music and going on tumblr.
productive bereavement day.
