Submissions by ghostiewostie

Each word you speak, helping me through the silent terror of being alive. I worship the lips you speak with, the tongue you alliterate with. I never wanted to settle down but you made the nomad in me build a home out of you

The world ran out of things to offer me when I finally realized that I don't fit with the rest of the puzzle. A piece fitting with yours is here, though.

I wonder what the picture will show.

It hurts me to see you so broken over someone who left you mangled, with your heart barely intact. I let you pour yourself over me, you stumbled through your words. They were sharp and jagged against my ears and caused me much inquietude. To hear about the feelings you had for someone other than I was insufferable. I guess I was just being selfish though. Like usual.

Our circumstances are, as we both know, quite odd. My feelings for you grew more rapid and thick than the weeds from my neighbors yard that spill through the cracks of my fence. I'm looking at them now as I recall the...

I often find myself attempting to steady my heartbeat to the slow, constant ticks of the defective clock on my wall. I never did bother to fix that damn thing. I imagine each beat of the clock as a drum roll preparing me for an event that could change the fate of my life. Continuously I am let down. Why do I feel like my life is building up to nothing? Every day I drudge by as if the hands on that damned clock move slower and slower with each passing minute I begin to question... Why? Why must I find it necessary to question every moment's authenticity? How is it possible to look into my eyes...