xxamber25

Wake up. Reading those words, what scenario does your mind conjure up first? Does it go something like this? The mental process begins the night before. You set numerous alarms at five minute intervals so that maybe, just maybe, by the final alarm you will have annoyed yourself (or your roommates) enough to manage to sit up in bed. Once you’ve managed to sit up in bed, the room starts spinning. You know it’s the result of sitting up too fast mixed with low blood sugar, but your mind decides you’ve had a rough two minutes of being awake and gently convinces you to close your eyes for just a few more minutes. You know, for

The sun had set at seven eighteen. it retreated as ghosts never seem to. a bottle of whiskey had poured over your mouth and god, it was a drought. I had told you that’s what happens when you blink. you inverted the colors on the pendulum. The skyline looks like crooked teeth  each fragment of light sliced through a tilted iris — yours were dense and pensive while mine were bloodshot with a lined deposition. there was nothing there, we both knew it and your smile cut into my cheek as you drove away.   did you even look back did you roll down the window to mask the scent my teeth are turning crooked, but not to fit wit

The lights move like a river across the wall, my arms gracefully drape along the back of my head. 
Eyes blink twice as soft and breathing introduces nostalgic air to aching lungs. My chest is empty, my bruises warm. 
A body lifts from the source, ascending into blurred pure air and rests. Simply rests. Breathing is no longer a collection of diluted fantasies; my veins are beautiful, coaxed from their slumber. Thin blue tunnels lead me to my hovering heart as snow hits the ground. I can caress my visible breath, one, two. One, two. One... My arms fall eyes break I am asleep I am paranoia undressing my body down to sinking

I only wanted sleep.   (i’ve kissed more necks of bottles than lovers.) My face was bare.   (i wanted to see the way my left eye tranquilizes my right.       selfish bastard.) I did not cry.   (my bones were severed.) It was only a nightmare.   (my mind was left naked on the ground.) I love you.  (you left the radio on while the car was still running. again.)