Robert Smith

I've always believed in / the power of words / the ones we write / the ones we erase / and the ones we choose / to leave out #fragment

“and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness ?” — Charles Bukowski

― David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

senses exploding like the sky in a summer storm or well connected fuck the more going on the more i feel the more i see and scribble

her skirt jumped in the wind grey like the storm clouds in the distance said for that quick flash of red as if god winked at me

under a tree in a heavy storm waiting and hoping for lightning to strike

we prayed for rain so much our relationship became nothing but a storm

we are the storm creeping upon the city we are the cool air that makes dust rise we are moving wind and rain never standing still

standing in the storm daring the rain not to hit me

— Ralph Waldo Emerson