Does Anyone Else Feel Like They Can’t Have A Conversation Without Making The Person Uncomfortable At

an ode to the rockies

cold damp tree bark

contrasting fixed moss

broken down cabins

and cold lone walks

wet rotted wood

and black fire smoke

slanted tree lines

mountains of snow

i cry to the wind blowing

i cry at the absence of rain

little bear cub unknowing

the reality of the vain

silent dew drops tell

the ancient tales of fallen rain

snow topped trees

whisper secrets

through the crystalized brain

the serenity of the scenery

claws at me with unrelenting fists

“will it ever be more beautiful than this?”

november. i am home. i belong here, in november. my self coalesces with the fog, the grey skies, the cold air. and i am home.

this dude. i feel the emptiness of my friend’s absence after every hangout and it cripples me. or something

googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much

so many ideas and i’m always too tired to act on them.

l don’t know much but i do know that i’m losing

i live in the memories of the abuse and i truly don’t think i’ll ever get out

running from my own life now

i'm really turning some time

looking up to the sky for something

i may never find

It’s so over dude