Zero

When syntax and sentences fail to fill the cracks we've created in our foundations; there is still a language for the two of us - and that's the one which doesn't require any words at all.

Everywhere I See These Angels On Earth

It must not always be about boys.

Waking up to tears and this song on repeat from last night

Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one any more


Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their home
And I'm welcome no more


And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine


There is a light and it never goes out

Ha.

Schizophrenia

In the glossy reflections of her red nail varnish my world is summed up into a distortion of curvaceous figures and shapes. My worlds, real and imaginary, align in devotion as I recede deeper into the crevices of insanity. I am crazy, despite their reassurances. For her I want to be crazy. I don't mind being crazy. I like being crazy. For her. 


Schizophrenia.

There is hope for me if I lose my way. But if I'm lost inside my own mind, stuck inside my own head, what can I do?