“Dusk, I realised then is just an illusion, because the sun is either above the horizon or below it.
And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are;
there cannot be one without the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time.
How would it feel, I remember wandering, to be always together, yet forever apart?”
maybe we only exist in each others dreams and every morning when we wake up, we forget all about each other.
You’ve got a blinking screen and a tall glass to keep your eyes open.
The same song is on repeat all night long,
and you’re breaking fingernails with the pressure of the phrases you press into the keys.
But the keys won’t feel it like you will tomorrow.
Thrust your tips at the words and they won’t fight back.
Lust for her lips, but she’s not coming back.
(via hoanbee)
I remember posting another picture of this girl awhile back,
one where she was facing the other way and now it seems strange to see her face.
Photographs are disheartening when you think of them like that…
The way one image can be all someone else will ever see of you and all someone will ever know.
I feel rain in the movies and the talk before the screen lights.
I hear strings in the park, I don’t like to call or write.
Except when it’s too late at night and I am mostly just thinking in the dark.
but if I could run around putting little things I loved into bottles
…memories, smells, dreams, and kisses
I’d jam them in the scanner and email them to you.
