today we
are driving from
nyssa to
logan and
the anxiety
comes in the
morning and
makes me angry
and withdrawn
and the telepathy
doesnt work
anymore or
atleast we are
too tired to
care if it
was even working
in the first
place

you don’t know
what it means
to be followed
by ghosts in
photographs

you don’t know
which kids died
in the hotspring

i am finally lost
in the instrumentals
with which we pretend
speak truths of salt
and ice too twisted
tumbleweeds hitching
anywhere but here

these batteries of
mine are dying
and the desert
promises a life
beyond thirst

can i survive
knowing i can
no longer let
myself stop
barrelling
down this highway
with serpents for ankles
and a better poem
for wrists

i don’t know
when we will
get home nor
will we know
once we get
there

but the smells
and the stomachs
that spit secrets
and scream of zombies
and teenage mothers
standing atop gorge guts
searching for a signal
no cell phone has the
balls to call its own

take me away
promise you are
not something
that folds inside
a fortune teller
to be found once
forgotten and
made to believe
it prophecy of
something beyond
just a slip of
grey matter
does it matter
if what we say
is us is really
just forgetting
how we are
in too much
them to
remember

tacoma washington pancakes, olympia to see the cousins, seattle on the horizon then making our way back east. not sure how often i will be able to update- but for those of you still out there, for those of you who still care: i am here.

i wasn’t sure if my computer just wasn’t loading it properly, but this is the average color of the universe, named “cosmic latte”. word.

(via samarasage)

my thoughts: 1) obviously she’s american. would a specimen like that exist anywhere else? 2) does she have a clue what theyre saying about her? are they laughing with her, or at her? 2a) i don’t know whether or not to find this amusing or upsetting. or perhap what i am experiencing is some emotion they have not made a word for yet. 3) i’m trying really hard just to find one thing but it leaves me wondering… what’s happening?

(via samarasage)

instead of preparing a halloween costume, i will ingest copious amounts of narcotics and watch tron. the rest shall follow suit.

in the beginning.