yuckyducky: Sometimes I hate change. I hate drifting away from people, and I wish that I could hold everyone and everything hostage in order to accommodate my comfort.
Lamentations of a Desperate Man
I’m sorry, I just cannot take this anymore. Every moment with you is heartache. I wish I could wear my heart on my sleeve but that would only push you away, so it hides, brooding. I’m driving myself to extinction because I can’t stand to be away from you, but I’m beginning to realize that I can’t even bear to see you, to think of you, to touch you. I told you long...
To all the people I have seen and never had a...
(found this in the “Missed Connections” section of Craigslist) I saw you the other day—moth eyed and beaten hair. There was a reflection in your demeanor, a look of centuries taunted. I wanted to touch your hands as they shook, because all hands shake and all hands need to be held sometimes. There are times when I write words between ears, between eyes, between hair lines, like...