Monday, April 6, 2009

The Side Of A Bullet

I made loneliness a home. Your ghost moved in next door. You should come get your stuff.

9 comments:

Apryl said...

I like your blog, it's pretty.

-Apryl

Andre said...

An imagination adventure.

Chop Logik said...

This feels old-school.

Jessica said...

Agreed and signed

E. said...

If your ghost lives next door it probably means I really want you here.

tet said...

i kept changing rooms, but the ghost kept occupying the next one to mine... then one day i decided to make friends with him, later he lost interest and fled.

babygirl said...

wow

Anonymous said...

I usually try to not to think about it, keeping busy, not thinking about it makes it bearable. Even if it's just painting over cracks that are sure to appear later.

I will try, this time, to feel everything. It hurts. I should feel it so that I can learn from it. I am afraid to because it might damage what remains of the trusting, innocent child in me, the happy one.

I will shut you out, but I want to feel everything you make me feel now. You don't even know it. I hate that you don't even know it. I will deal with this alone. and I pray, please God don't ever let me fall like this again!

I am no longer care-free because I started caring about you. You ruined it.

Anonymous said...

Pls don't blame god or anyone else I.m the one to blame n face the shame ... u were my princess n will always be my soulmate. U knew n will always know how much I loved u. Will always do. Pls come back give a chance .