what the hell would i be without you? honestly,
i can’t see an image of myself existing
unless you’re in the picture.
i wonder if this is what it feels like
to have a soulmate,
the sensation of giving yourself
to someone wholeheartedly,
and to have every little thing reciprocated.
it’s a very fulfilling feeling, really,
being so infatuated
that nothing seems scary anymore.

to myself,
i don't know what the purpose of this is,
but you need to stop drinking straight whiskey
just because the burn in your throat reminds you that
you are not a machine,
built to follow the guidelines of a "perfect life",
but you are alive.
if you want to feel something,
tell your mum you love her,
walk with no destination,
or laugh and live.
just don't buy whiskey next time.
from,
chloe.

i never realised
that i liked the taste until
this got a lot worse.

when you're amidst a hoard
of bad days,
it's easy to only see the things
that go wrong.
but looking back, in ten, twenty
even fifty
years, the bad days
are like clouds
with the good ones
shining through.

new people, new thoughts,
and now doing everything
with purpose, afraid.

i need a reason, a purpose
to get out of bed in the morning,
to be washed and dressed and to face the day.
since i left education, i've done nothing
but watch 4 seasons of abc's revenge
and mope about in my pyjamas
until i'm told to stop by my mother.
jobs are hard to come by,
and i no longer have a reason to be.
i know my entire purpose is to just be,
but sometimes that isn't enough.