it’s 5am and your skin is pale like a white lie and your lips are still red from yesterday.
|*Cop car is passing by*|
|Brooke:||That's a cool car.|
Everyone has someone who hurt them, broke their heart, made them fall in love, made them laugh, made them answer the phone at four in the morning…
and every single one of those people were once strangers.
You were a stranger too.
Welcome To Bangkok - Brand New
Am I fucking funny?
Home is another word for temporary permanence.
The only home that we had lived in methadone clinics and in schizophrenic bedrooms, and don’t you tell me that you’ll clean up better out west.
Home was in screaming stained glass and in burning abodes.
Home was here, Greece, Morocco, Italy, Vancouver, and inside your head, because now all that’s left is developed film instead of walls.
So call it home today, but it’s really only another word for temporary permanence.
“How does being hollow feel..?
It feels like drowning while at peace or like holding a gun without knowing its significance. It feels like knowing nothing for certain yet understanding all. “
sliding the curtains open reminds me of a world outside your eyes, and of a sky over your bed.
The sky is painted in lilac, deep purple, and a light pollution orange.
the sky splits open and light pours through the cracks, but it’s a soundless explosion, and they’re quickly mended. Only clouded sky remained; the stitching was excellent.
while all this is happening before my eyes through thin layer of glass, I still find myself lost again where I was before; your eyes.
I remember summers where your scarred arms would wrap around me and sometimes they would hug me tightly and sometimes they would crush me.
I remember eating pixie sticks and styrofoam planes sailing into the backyard with a pretend army of parakeets.
I remember murdered birds and deadly creatures; some of which would crawl up next to me and tell me how far away the moon was.
I remember you. I remember border crossing, alleged infidelity and police officer uniforms with no police man inside and I remember how incredible, how complicated, and how miraculous it can be to love.