cannonbonk

I am waiting for death to take me, for life to set me free. I am waiting for life to break me, for death to make me believe. I am waiting for courage to shake me, for me to be on my knees. I am waiting for a love to wake me, for hate to help me see.

So I've been living with "we are nowhere and it's now" tattooed on my leg for the past 6 months, all the while being convinced that I didn't know what it means to me because I couldn't explain it to even myself. Probably the worst case of feeling stuck with something that I have ever felt and I feel that a lot. I know I kind of got it because it was almost 2012 and I was sure that the world was going to end and we, I, we, have nothing to show for it. I also kind of got it because at the time I was stuck in a relationship that was on complete standstill for months upon months.. However, "kind of" isn't really a good enough excuse for me. The b

A deepening sorrow Bruises our chests Carefully, as if Death is the only reason to live. Every night the Ferocious quibbles Go farther than Home, farther than Imagination can. Juvenile preoccupations Kiss you deeply, Leaving behind lipstick stains