for what it's worth

To love and to have lost is such a powerful feeling;
hopeless, breathless, clueless as to what comes next.

Standing in the middle of an empty street
exhaling frozen smog
snow on my eyelash
snow in my hair
the light glows a warm yellow, like an autumn moon
clouds hang high;
yet no one is there
no is there to share this beautiful view, from this random spot on this random road on this random night at this random time.
Oh, sweet melancholy.

The tangled web has me stranded, hanging by the wrong thread.
But in it all there's hope, excitement, even happiness.

Here's to the future,
hopefully a little more dry, a little more fruitful, a little more forward.

Bring it on.

scum fucks of america

united
bastards
heart
less
hope
less
broken
bruised
scarred
and you have no
fucking clue
as to how much i cared
scattered
pieces
on the floor
look what you did
and what for?
lose
lose

damn me, damn you

bowie said it best

something along the lines of 'cha cha cha changes'



everything is different, not everything but mostly everything
though it feels like everything
and it's wondrous


hold on
brace yourselves
it's coming