empty-day

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It was a student who gave me Francis. One Spring afternoon I discovered a bowl on my desk, just a few inches of clear water in it. Floating on the surface was a flower petal. As I washed, it sank. Just when it reached the bottom, it transformed into a wee fish. It was beautiful magic, wondrous to the behold. The flower petal had come from a lily, your mother. The day I came downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, was the day your mother…

sometimes i catch myself missing you, but then i remember how the stars seemed so dull after you broke my heart, and how the bathroom light blew out while i was throwing up what was left in my empty stomach the day you left town.
—  your ‘i love you’s always meant goodbye
No Me Without You

No Me Without You

 

There is no me without you

Life is just not the same

The taste is not as sweet

I can walk alone if I choose to

But not for too long

It doesn’t take long to start missing you

What good is laying on a cloud if you’re not there to share the view?

Space is empty without you

I turn in circles hoping you’ll be there when the circle is complete

My days are incomplete and a little off beat minus…

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one day I woke up and I changed. I no longer longed to see my friends or eat or sleep or live. I think if someone actually cared they would have noticed that I was slowly dying.
woke up early enough to shut windows and doors while the air is cool both within and without.

now i may as well see if i can pilfer another hour or two. because i have the whole day ahead to be conscious.