i posted this on facebook. why? because i hoped for a response.i want every one of you to know this. i sense you. when we meet. i feel it. the things you think. i feel them. except for you, mother. i can never reach you. a loose tongue brings a fervent storm. a tight lip brings a certain doom. and once again we paint our faces. we heal our wounds. it’s all okay and nothing is certain. but my arms stretch and pull, and once again, we sit, tired, in darkness, hoping for the light to shine through. one day it will, it must. until that time, let’s make a racket in the dark underground we call the basement. these words, someday, will make sense. and you always thought i was so far away..
“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.” —Sylvia Plath (via imaginatifs)
Which mix are you referring to? I've got too many, and it's been too long since I went through them. I would love to hear yours, if you could find a way to share it.
it was “is this going out on television?” it was perfect for my mood at that exact moment in time…