what's wrong with me?

you are.
it was just my imagination running away with me.
Ouch! it hurts
Curiousity killed the cat and broke my heart.

implusive impulses

Last night I accidentally fell through a time portal and ended up at 6 months ago. It was lovely and familiar. I knew what to do. Now I’m back and as I got into bed I almost wished I could do it again but I’ve been told that time travel is only a freak occurrence, and I shouldn’t get emotionally attached to the past. Little traces left behind-little hairs and scents. I love it. The floor is sticky from the wine that was knocked over in a moment of ‘passion?’ or carelessness. Either/or

"Until the break of day, let me see you make him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing that he's ever seen"

I know it’s a cliché but sometimes you meet someone who fits like a glove. Now, I’ve tried hand-warmers and mittens and they’re just not the same. I’m scared you’ll miss my great moments but I just won’t settle for such a low offer. You must live in the infinite black that exists when I close my eyes. I see you when I fall asleep, I see you when I dream. Here's the sunrise on monday

tired mekhi tasty vegetable boots

For the last couple of days I’ve been frustratingly exhausted. Tonight I planned a shower and an early night. I was so tired that when I got into the shower, it was several minutes before I realised that I was still wearing my bra. soaked. Despite knowing how sleepy I was, I still stayed awake to watch E.R. I just had to find out whether or not Greg would suffer any long-term brain damage. I think even as a vegetable he’d be tasty. I’ve become exasperated with driving around aimlessly with an old man, listening to what he thinks about the ‘bloody immigrants.’ I bought the most beautiful suede boots. And he didn’t have brain damage.

Tell me something beautiful

My New Year celebrations were disappointing but that is now normality, judging by my current emotional standards. Truth is, it was a disaster. When the clock struck 12 I was in the bathroom. After that it just got more and more surreal and unpleasant. I’ll spare you the rotten details. Me and those dreaming eyes of mine leave me stuck in the gutter. Too good to be true, indeed!
I can’t even get a hot shower these days. I don’t feel quite right. I can’t even communicate properly. I’m stuck and still so bored. Since you’ve been gone.
I didn’t sleep well last night. My dreams were full of junkies and tension and hostility with people I love and a feeling of pointlessness. I'm a rose, but people think that I'm just a flower.
Love me, or leave me but I don’t want to be by myself. Tell me something beautiful. Be beautiful. People are ugly. I’m so bored. Give me sensations and butterflies. Make my fingertips tingle and my heart pound. Make me laugh until it hurts. Let’s do things we want to do, without thinking about the consequences. Put me first. Be my greatest inspiration. Help me to become unstuck... that's all