The kiln burns and charred paper floats skyward. As the last shred coils into dust, I turn to walk away. It’s pathetic how long they’ve pursued me. I leave them grey ashes and smoldering embers, and they’re always a step late. I can see some fool sifting through it as it crumbles through his open fingers - a maddening frown contorting his face as he wonders how long ago I stood in his steps. Frost grips my coat as I dig hands into pockets and boots into crunching snow, fading into the night and disappearing again like always.
The nowhere special
I’m just laying here, prone. The lights are out… hell, they’ve been out for hours. New light is finding it’s way in through my shutters now. And I’m just laying here, thinking, intermittently listening to music or not, but mostly just failing at sleep. I don’t know why, but it’s always been something that doesn’t come naturally for me (one of my many glaring issues that seem to be surfacing by the boatload lately). I refuse to admit that I have a problem or need medication, because I’ve went my whole life without it, and I’ll be damned if I have to start now. But I guess I’m starting to see the merits in taking it. I just don’t want to end up stuck in a fucking shell, a robot that needs to chomp meds like candy in order for society to stamp me in approval. Fuck that noise. I’ll just lay here some more and moan about it incessantly inside of my dark, twisted, au-naturale head chasm.
trains
my fingers trace lines on her body
as eyes lock into mine
and it all makes sense
hands intertwined
walking slowly with nowhere to go
and everything ahead
an infectious laugh
that spreads like wildfire
we dance, never too closely
her head on my chest
my head in the clouds
I’m alone now without her
but she’s always by my side
smiling somewhere
1 week, 1 day
counting down the hours, minutes, seconds.
I might never come home.
my baby is coming to see me!
My girl is a cutie!
I was thinking today when we were talking about population growth in biology; sometimes it feels like the only reason work was ever made is because people got so bored of fucking, sleeping, and eating that they needed something to do in between.
I love Lauren Jane Miller to pieces. Baby, you are my everything.
