It's been two months since I heard your voice. I can't say I miss it. Your words made bullet holes that shattered my glass bones. What's that Paramore lyric? "And I don't pick up when you call 'cause your voice is a gun" I can't say I miss my mosaic of a heart. It felt… Continue reading Every Weekend We Hitchhike To Hell
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. -J.R.R. Tolkien Stop waiting, start walking You've unlocked level one of my backstory The above quote by Tolkien has defined my life for pretty much the past… Continue reading Wandering
I must have wrote this in July back when everything was shitty: There’s too many pieces of me and none of them fit together I loved and loathed puzzles as a child. I love the simplicity of knowing that with the right combination of luck and determination I would get the picture on the box.… Continue reading Something from a while ago
Oh, because she's dead. It's been a long month. I keep pulling "Journey" from my Wildwood deck which is the card that correlates with Death in the Ryder-Waite decks. I've never been afraid of death. Blame it on my religious upbringing where if I was good then I got to live forever. With parents who… Continue reading The Old Amelia can’t come to the phone right now. Why?