For all that moveth doth in change delight.

Backwards for your viewing pleasure.

Be stopped.

"Meanwhile Rieux was listening to the curious buzzing sound that was rising from the streets as if in answer to the soughings of the plague." (104)

"The first month of the plague ended gloomily, with a violent recrudescence of the epidemic..." (92)

Currently Reading: The Plague by Albert Camus

Perhaps the broad chasm where my heart used to be has finally claimed all my creativity.

She’d be proud if she knew. She doesn’t  know though, what I don’t want her to know(anything, I don’t want her to know anything.) Maybe I’ll tell her though,  let her know(everything, I could tell her everything.) She’d love me  if she knew. She might(right ?)

I’ve decided I’m going to live(again) for rainy days. For how they  make me feel. Alive (again).

The hardest part:  Waking up everyday Wanting to die when Your body wants To Live.

I don’t go there often, Anymore.

that moment when you realize that their pain is more real than yours could ever be, but: it still hurts.

But drugs aren’t the answer, are they? Death: is

A lot of it’s about change; things changing Those first breaths of chill air, And fragility; things are fragile Life and then Not.

“Two Motrin™  and a Tylenol™ . It does the same as the Percocet™.” “…” “You know what I mean.” Ha. Do I? 

I write to save my life. How arrogant.