a place more beautiful than this

i'm sure i heard a sob from the other side of the room echoing as the silent night grew darker and everything else was still just the sound of continuous sobbing escalating with every minute pitching low and then high i couldn't quite muster up the will to wake up from my bed and open… Continue reading a place more beautiful than this

but i like it better this way

i know they say i am too dark for people to like to be a best seller (/or a writer at all) to write my way to fame and i agree but i like it better this way let me write for the closet, or the lonely notebook more importantly to puke all the shit… Continue reading but i like it better this way