February 2012
39 posts
without you i’m nothing - placebo
The sky is grey and empty. I pull on sweaters, zip jackets, tug at hoods, layer after layer to stay warm. I’ve always been pale, but I never looked this sick. The coffee pot stays on all day, and I still yawn every few minutes, crawl into bed, try to sleep. People call, but I don’t go out. Mail comes, but I don’t open it. Life happens,...
closest i get - katie herzig
“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has...”
– Hermann Hesse
flowers bloom - high highs
