Saturday, December 11, 2010

captains log... tempest.

I'm really running out of reasons to be happy. there's not a hint of optimism left in me. I'm so tired, of falling short of everyone.. Everything's just coming undone, unbound, apart..Like threads, like seams, like the unbound pages of a book I've never read tossed into the wind, and as I'm trying to pick up the pages to put it all back in place and make out the words on the pages, the ink fades and the pages burn.Whats wrong with me...?
fight. not to win, but just to make compromise.
I'm trying... I am, but, I'm running out of options.
I just need something. We all learn eventually..
I'm really worrying myself.
damn it.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

If,

I ever decide to Write to you again.
It will be on this post right here...
Could be now, could be later, could be never..
But this post will be my last words to you hopefully.
Maybe, I'll add as time goes on.
It probably won't matter to you anyways.
- J

December 11, 2010
today, I need you. I miss you. I want to be wherever you are. to put time aside and talk, to hold you... Damn it, to tell you everything that's wearing me down. to tell you everything in general..
I wish you'd interject. tell me to get over you. give me reasons to hate you. but I know that was never you.. I shouldn't have written this. It's just one of those day's C.
I'm sorry,
-J