In aberatii de stereo on November 30, 2010 at 10:24 pm
You have the mind of a 25 year old savant, the body of a 17 year old prom queen and the attitude of a 20 year old model.
I look old, used and wasted. My hands are dried, my skin is flask. I no longer dress up. I put on ripped socks. A ship. I want my age, my age.
In deviatii de stereo on September 22, 2010 at 12:44 pm
You are the most fucked up person I have ever met. Like, inside.
But somehow that only makes me want to love you even more.
In deviatii de stereo on September 21, 2010 at 12:34 pm
This is a picture I did not take of us, overwhelming September, I’m explaining to you that every time a leaf falls, someone must be daydreaming of you
This is a picture I did not take of us, my mascara bleeding in the parking lot, like a statue of grief, your steps moving forward in atonement
This is a picture I did not take of us, standing on the edge between shouting and crying, between laughter and disaster, empty heartbeats in a Hurricane
This is a picture I did not take of you and me, fighting the last world war in our little room at 3rd floor
For all the merry pictures I’ve taken, see Facebook.
In aberatii de stereo, deviatii de stereo on August 2, 2010 at 1:47 pm
În prezent, nimic
În torace, nimic
în ramuri şi poduri, şi larguri
Răscoleşte prin mine
Poate găseşti un loc
În care nu-i arid
credinţe, frici şi alte biruinţe,
şi nimeni nu şi-a aşternut să doarmă ani lungi fără preaviz.