Time

Time

I’ve never trusted time.

It creeps past me

Like shadows on a summer’s

Afternoon, it laughs at me

From clock faces, teases me

From calendars, lies to me

In memories. It always seems so

Plentiful but it hides when needed,

Laughing behind its hand.

And then with a casual flickering cruelty

It changes everything I love into

Sepia memories, faded photographs

In crackling albums, lonely moments

In crowded places. I don’t trust time.

It seems like we all have plenty of it

But it’s never enough.

Doug

I will say it again : nothing is permanent

Coming to terms with loss is one of the most gut wrenching experiences. You are completely helpless, you begin to realize nothing ever belonged to you or was yours to begin with.

I saw a meteor shower last night and it was one of the best experiences of my life. Shooting stars!!!

idc

I don't care

I draw hard lines in the sand

Only to watch them swept up by waves

I don't care

I say to myself as I watch you

And her do the same things we did

I don't care

I tell myself as I see

your name on my screen

I don't care

I think as the songs fill my ears

And your face fills my mind

I don't care

I tell my friends

when you come up in a conversation

Because to admit

the opposite is weakness

It's giving in to you

It's disappointing myself

It's all the times

I went running back to you

when I knew exactly how it would end.

In a twisted knot

begging to be untangled

In nothing more than grey,

nothing more than ashes and dust.

I don't care

I don't care

I don't care

I repeat

Until the words lose their meaning

Until you're nothing

but a faded photograph

Until I can't remember

the exact sound of your voice

Until I can't recall

the things we used to talk about

Until you're nothing

but an afterthought.

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Art is art <3

“I just think you should sing no matter what you sound like and draw or paint no matter what it looks like.”

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