He closed his eyes because he couldn’t even looked at me as he cringed “friends?”
I should’ve slapped him. Instead, I made him buy me dessert. He ruined my night and I was going to make him pay for it literally. I’m still sad, but at least I had really good ice cream. So, no, we’re not friends.
You thought I forgot about you, but I didn’t.
I can feel it running through my veins tonight, bring me back to life.
“I’m going out to bloody entertain, not just get up on a stage and knock off a few songs. I couldn’t do that. I’m the last person to pretend that I’m a radio. I’d rather go out and be a colour television set.”
David Bowie (born January 8, 1947)
Feeling alive in Death Valley. Perhaps I’ll update this with some poetry later when I’ve had more time to reflect.
Feeling alive at Death Valley.
Sunrise with sister
Wanna go back. Wanna get you alone.
Just some family portraits I’ve been editing.
I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Somebody without body odor.
Of course you would lure me into your foggy depths, and I would follow only because I didn’t know where else to go. And, I thought that trusting you was better than being lost. Wishing now I’d heard the cries of my moral compass, I was directed away from the light and into the darkness of your throes.
- poetry that can’t find a melody
It’s a Lord Huron kind of night
This was work yesterday and fuck it was much needed.
Where my flowers at
More than two-faced
Less than all the time
Keep me thirsty