and i walked away, for the first time in my life.
i didn't beg or plead or even cower.
i held my own hand.
i told myself everything would be okay.
and it was.
so i never turned back.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace. - Eugene O'Neill
About Me
Blog Archive
-
▼
2011
(440)
-
▼
September
(41)
- rush.
- Look, I'm a hair model.
- Good movies can never be good books and good books...
- forgot.
- you don't have to.
- Manny and I.
- My answer is
- Wine.
- It's fall.
- books.
- never turn back.
- get out.
- Watch me.
- Wake.
- Im drunk.
- September 4th, 2008.
- Good afternoon, Mom.
- close, but no cigar.
- all good things.
- I tell all my friends.
- i want.
- i miss you.you are september.
- our story.
- houses.
- my old self.
- 5 years.
- Why people lie:
- Forgotten
- this week sucks.
- Tuesdays and Thursdays.
- dear photograph.
- all just smoke and mirrors.
- More.
- distance.
- flux.
- i think of you.
- i've figured you out.
- it's 5 o'clock somewhere.
- Exhaust.
- I used to have a friend by that name.
- its a secret.
-
▼
September
(41)
No comments:
Post a Comment