scathing~

The few hours we sat alone in the dark and we whispered everything and you smiled and my insides turned and I drove you home and you smiled good night before you left my car.  Who am I even.

How do you honestly explain the feeling of unrequited love? (You can’t).

That’s why I’m not okay.

downShifting

Rubblesifting.
downShifting.

What has become of humans? I’ve never been more puzzled but I can tell by these lights that the world is not. Constantly bombarded and passed and zoomed by unrelenting tangibles. You are not tangible. You are not passing by.

I keep staring at your mountain of possessions (now mine). I wonder what would happen if I set this rubble ablaze–the light would be unrelenting.