scripts and scars

monday 26th august @ 22:38

torn scraps of paper hold my thoughts, ready to burn. the keyboard here so distinct and separate from my mind. my hands no longer filter through the debris to ease my language into readable form. hence the sparse entries here.

considering the hopeless vulnerability of my heart in moonlit hours. safe but lacklustre friendships tide me over. in a desperate need for stimulation i will scar my skin with colour in coming days, to make permanent the pain and my vision of the future. a protective eye that promises prosperity.

reading: midnight days by neil gaiman

hearing: stevie nicks, rock a little

wanting: a design that will stand the test of time

fearing: my impulsiveness!