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The best people always seem to be the saddest. And the best works seem to come from their sadness. 

There is this center and this darkness you find yourself in - and you know that in these depths there are a lot of things there that no one else can see unless they are there. So we bring them out. And they’re not to scare you or to haunt you in the middle of the night - to bring nightmares about. But they’re to make you believe in something outside of yourself and that there is a place other than where you are. That we are not just specks in this universe and that your home you go to each night is the same we go to in the day to see what it is like to be Happy. 

I always envisioned being the lover that took care of the love of my life
that I would be the rock that would pick up the pieces every single time

but I have found that is someone I could never be
not for anyone
because I am the one that needs the rock and the pieces picked up

my comfort is in my silence and the way I hold you when you cry

because I never know much of what to say

but somehow I always know how to make you feel better

even if it’s not close to smiling

I’ll take it

She had the most beautiful eyes
I could get lost in them for days
But it was the way she walked
 Carried herself about
How one would say
You would walk like that when you knew you were dying

She had the most beautiful eyes
I could get lost in them for days
But it was the way she walked
Carried herself about
How one would say
You would walk like that when you knew you were dying

I just feel like crying all of the time
She said without looking at me
I knew what she meant
But i didnt know how to form the words
My mouth quit working last week
After i yelled at the sky for doing this to me
You dont say i know or
Admit you have the same problems
My mother would say
You would think my eyes would have given me away by now
My posture or when i stop
At the gas station with red eyes
And a very poor complexion
People dont notice
The crooked noses of the old men
Or the way her fingers were calloused in only certain spots
The way her hair falls into her face
Or the curves of her body
No one notices or cares or admits they notice.
You are my no one

borzui:

♥ Sergio Albiac

borzui:

♥ Sergio Albiac

and it all becomes numb

the bruises keep appearing
as I listen to the neighbors dog howling
beyond the fact that no matter how much he chases
the cats - squirrels - people
he is still tied up 
to the same tree every single day

and he keeps choking himself trying to get free
but it’s not freedom he wants
it’s these things he can’t have


like a nice drink on a hot night
these symptoms we have of temptation

are not only human anymore


it is nights like tonight
that I would like to die
I’ve been so obsessed with the life I’ve taken
that I have forgotten how to live the life in which I have saved
which isn’t my own
or any others
but I just want to die
I really truly want to die
with this feeling of along
racking in my brain
the creaks from the upstairs neighours
and their showers in the early hours of the morning

there wasn’t much of a struggle
to see who would mow the lawn when
or whose turn it was to take the trash to the driveway

if these decisions are so easy

then wanting to die and acting on it - should be that easy
but it’s not because there’s this thing called my soul
that won’t let me do anything
and 

I always come back for more
so there is always tomorrow
and the next day
and the next day after that

death is for a later day, I think