that sometimes solitude is
one of the most beautiful things
on earth?” —Charles Bukowski (via beautyisanillusion)
Rejoice! despite the fact this world will hurt you
Rejoice! despite the fact this world will kill you
Rejoice! despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds
Rejoice! because you’re trying your best.
-Andrew Jackson Jihad “Rejoice”
today I am a sad bird made of purple and blue feathers and there is a knot in my belly and it keeps threatening to come up into my throat and it makes me think that I should just stay in bed today but that’s not a choice this time, that’s not an option today - game face, teeth clenched and damnit I won’t throw up everywhere - I wish there was a fast forward thru the next four hours button.
I peel back.
I run fingers down
fine line cracks
dig nails and spread
Shake out the dust
shake out the rust
the parts that don’t fit,
your gauzy memory of the past
too chipped, too ripped
I heal back,
and the leftover dust
overflow/silver savior saliva
soundwave oscillation/memorized evisceration/goldeyegleam
50% remains, light and hollow
dry and empty.
darkened deluge/dilutes debutant delinquency