Arbitrarily

joder, macho

she bit

her lip

the blood

it slipped

down

her chin

i once knew a girl who let go of so many of her worries and cares that she floated away.

but when she came back down, she let all of the things that had dragged her down before drag her down again, and was no longer any fun.

this is what happens when you come back down to earth.

Like a hangman’s noose, the words scorch your neck with rope burn and drag you into the sub-sub-basement we humans build beneath hell. Why do we do it? Because we choose to live the dream instead of choosing to live the life. Darren Aronofsky

i was happy once, too.

© me 2011.

i was happy once, too.

© me 2011.

3 years ago