it's difficult to explain. if you're thinking that i shouldn't be feeling the way i'm writing... i'm usually not. just sometimes... because i've got to write, there's just nothing else worth writing about, and years of silence to make up for.


Rulesdon't ask me to break the rules, break them yourself. you know you want it too, but you trust me to tell youRules
how important or unimportant
those rules are.
either that or
you can always say no to me, always tell me that
you told me so, that you were telling me all along, that you'd never leave him.
or maybe you just knew what you wanted and it was both the rules and me.


Breathing In Sanitybreathe, boy, you have lungs to use. you have a heart that needs to beat. you have a soul that needs to create. and a mind that needs to wonder.Breathing In Sanity
so keep breathing.
[but i dont want to any more.] [i'm so tired and old.] [the world seems so cold.] [nothing works right at all.]
-the utter pointlessness of life & death-
i told my old girlfriend that if something wasn't going to change in a week,
it wasn't going to change for awhile.
i know that nothing has changed in three months and twenty-four days; and i am wonder


overcasti am an out-of-luck astronomer, the heavens are blocked from my sight.overcast
i could be a vampire, for all the sun i see. i am a shade-shadow, like everything else. there is no distinction.
a greater light, and a lesser light, like it was before it rained from the ground. how did we see the future, when we couldn't see the stars?
i am a sailor without a bearing staring into the black that is
indistinguishable between the vast nothing of space and the complete and infinite something.
i am the cursed astronomer,
wondering if the tid


City Lightsthe city lights, against the dark they are glaring in my heart some of them flicker,City Lights
one in particular....
every five minutes or so.
we were there, chatting away your nervousness, keeping me at bay you know that i just wanted to love you and that's just not allowed.
this is all wrong in the eyes of society but i don't care, i never liked them much anyway i'll gladly be shunned, insulted, and beaten this is just all that i want
whatever it was that we had together
was better than anything i've felt, ever. dream, fairy tale, r
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