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good day, good nightIt's been so long since I've been up this late.good day, good night
I feel the night high surrounding me again and I feel content. Sleep is for the weak; sleep is... not for me. (not that I am strong or any weaker than anyone else who consumes the world too) But the last time I was in this state was about two years ago when the workload never backed down and neither did his poor heart that yearned for the friend in the afterlife. I used to listen to him talk about the most elaborate things, and I would eat them and mostly breathe them and be convinced that I was understanding more about life because I could understand it through him. I don't know wh
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These beautiful boysBitter hearts, exposed entirely on a stage in a small room. They sing with their mouths wide, open and vulnerable, yet so, so free.These beautiful boys
His wounds are fresh, so miserable, and he moves drunken and sad. He sings, reverberating off the Swedish walls, filling up the room with all his agony and his distress cause it's really the only thing he has now that she left. And everyone's concerned, if not scared, cause it's not always this way. Not always messy, not always so emotional or so pure.
Then in ocher shirt, he sings. Emotionlessly. Tired, maybe just tired. But he can't connect with the disconnect he feel
by ~ashketchuppp
Art Center College of DesignI remember driving, and driving alone. Merging onto freeways I hardly ever understood more than the 14, the 5, and the 210; except for the mountains and the valleys, the Lion King rocks and Mighty Joe Young, searching for that single destination- the only place I knew exactly how to get to. I remember the trees, lined neatly on each side of the small, winding street and the homes intertwined. I went to a place newly familiar, but the only place I knew how to love alone. I couldn't get enough of you, couldn't get enough without ever saying much, only putting pencil to paper-- figures on a page.Art Center College of Design
Every week I grew, grew
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YouSummer came and went and with it,You
I tried not to rush you away.
I found the most comfort in you spilling guts over phone lines late at night, holding not a thing back being honest absolutely honest.
So pure so real Sinatra blue eyes
I should have been stronger than make you believe it'd all be alright
I was convinced too, though thought exactly what you kept in your mind.
Four months and one extra, &n
by ~ashketchuppp
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