yoareyoureadingthis:

The mind is the key to every thing, with out distance then the mind can’t function on what it wants and what it needs.

lucyquin:

I never knew any better.
I took off all of my skin
and unhinged the bones
in my chest to let my heart
out to breathe.

I tied rope around it
so it wouldn’t wander off,
but it never seemed to listen.
I’d have to pull it back in
and it resented me
for being so frightened.

It cut its own string one night
and it ran wild.
It chased all the wrong things,
the wrong people,
the wrong kind of love. 

Eventually it came back,
tattered and worn
and full of holes,
but it was much stronger now.

songofanothersummer:

you sang one summer
and I filled my lungs with you.
your every note hangs

on every bronchi
like dewdrops kissing the trees
when the dawn arrives.

jessicalinde:

I lean

A long while

I lunge abruptly

And take my

Old clothes to

The Salvation Army

I don’t do any good

I am a psychedelic

Cycle I am trapped

In black and white

Never earlier than

I say the earliest is

Whatever is most

Early the reflective

Fragment the

Public bathroom

Psychotic episode

Because I am

fooled by

these mirrors