i want to peel off the pain like my skin
layer by layer
until i reach bone
and then i want to powder those
blow them away
like the pain never existed
but i know and you know it doesnt come from there
its this damned heart
"i like it when people call me pretty... but i like it more when they call me smart, at least i had something to do with the smart."
i am tired of crying i am tired of holding things in i am just plain tired but i wont let myself rest. i am sad and whiney and lonely and just plain fucked up right now, and despite what anyone else keeps trying to tell me it is all my fault. but i am going to go back to blogging happy things cause i think the world needs more sunshine and less shit.
About Me
- me
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
- Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII (100 Love Sonnets, 1960) I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close "Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel, but that's why there's us. It doesn't matter where we come from, or what we've done, or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be." --Angel
