Went to starbucks
Was asked by an employee why I always sit at double tables
I didn't know how to respond
She said, "you come in here often and you just play music; the expression of anxiety on your face seems as if you're waiting for someone."
At this moment I died on the inside.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Maybe one day we will cross paths at an art gallery
and
everything
will
be
ok
again
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Humans have strange loves
like lukewarm coffee in the middle of winter
or paper cuts on an unsuspected finger.
They sob for days about loveless affairs
while drowning the pain with champagne
and melting the sorrow in stale bath water.
Eternally in love with fields of blooming flowers
and obsessed with deranged ideas of love and power.
Careful to soak each lost battle in red wine
along with their heavy pasts.
Humans **** each other with chaos
while pretending to be lovers
but that is our nature.
To be who you wish and love strange things
To have the right to love another being
no matter what race or gender
To be mean or tender
To be human
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC