All the gays (via broken-self-reflection)
Coffee cup empty with bags under my eyes but I know the cold spoon trick, so I get by.
I do what I do so well that I’m doing it for others, but working so much I’ve run out of time to do it for myself.
I don’t need serenity or peace, just give me a break. I don’t need to be reminded that your life is what you make.
Take me longways down a side road and remind me instead about loss. I’m only truly home when I’m far from here and lost.
There’s a story I know about a man who built his own home because everything he’d ever touched made him feel alone
I’m the story of the person whose home is road
Forever just trying
to lighten the load
July 25th, 2014