Limits

I'm sweating bullets but i wont take off this sweatshirt,

I won't take that chance.

This shirt is nice, but i wouldn't dare wear it out of my room.

I want to show you what i can't put into words,

but that's a terrible idea.

Tattoo.

This made them cry, but it made me smile.

At hearing this, their pity arose for the speaker,

My admiration for him grew.

I want these words written on my arm,

where everyone can see them.

I don't want them to make people sad.

I don't want to stop enjoying it.

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing"

Shakespeare

Macbeth (V, v)

I painted today.

and realized that everyday, we are all making brush strokes with the world's most permanent substances.

Mope, Elope, Cope.

I think i'm growing used to the lifestyle of having no one to call, no one at all.

I'm getting firmiliar with my ceiling, the walls, your absence, your use of future tense.

(These words sound terrible read in lines, but i think thats how its supposed to be.)

I was too comfortable in your life, on your phone, seeing you everyday.

I don't want to be alone for more than minutes at a time, i need someone.

I never wanted this to happen.

I never thought i could become dependent on anything.

I've resorted to albums that distract me, pull me out of this place.

I've sunk to callousing my fingers learning their favorite songs by heart.

......seriously?

Your eyes! They shine!

Why do we hide anything? People need the satisfaction that everything they're doing is WORTH it.

Is is THAT awkward to tell some that...

-they look pretty today

-you enjoyed the creepy night(s) you spent looking at their ancient blog posts

-their music taste intrigues you

-they take beautiful pictures

-they have good clothing style

or that you simply think they're a good person?

Walls of paper and sand will soon be gone.

Soon enough, when our hearts stop beating, and our lungs slowly deflate, we'll find out what was real all along,

later on, when the blue sky turns dark, and the sun starts to fade, our questions will all finally be answered,

until then, it's beyond me, it's beyond you,

until then, we cannot understand,

right now, i don't want to understand.

Not only the barkers bite.

It's been lurking behind us for months now. The eyes have followed our every move and learned our lives. Don't let them see you sweat, my dear, for when your feet stop moving, you adrenaline better start pumping.

pigeons

In a dream world, we wouldn't care:

• where the food comes from
• who serves it
• or who gets more.

all that matters is that we have something. and what we have is always enough.

High of 82.

i want the sun in my eyes and grass in my toes. there's something so freeing about summer weather in boston. we went through the snow, rain and cold...and for what? this.

i'll forget what make up is, you'll cut your jeans to fit the season, and we'll walk, run and live in the heat we'll call home.

Early On..

we learn that some scars just never fade.