is this the city of angels or demons?

I know not who I am but I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears

maybe its true that we all get left behind at some time, but that doesnt mean we cant catch back up. it doesnt mean that no one is waiting for you, waiting for me. dont stand there and submit to the ties that bind your legs in place. this is life and we are living and it is almost as beautiful as the sharp streaks that the black-winged birds are cutting in the white snow-threatening sky. and if those streaks turn out to be mistakes, who am i to judge? who is anyone to judge? life is mistakes compounded, but all you need in order to feel alive is to be able to lie in bed and laugh out loud to yourself in the dark. you will know what i mean then, in that one flash of time. you will know that it is enough. it will be enough.

posted by Anonymous @ 10:57 AM Comments: 0

gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth

winter wants you to stay with it forever. it traps you in its snow, claws at you with bared tree limbs, and stabs your heart with the kind of sunrays that are ironically warm when they hit you out of that frigid air. summer has the same intentions but it uses different methods. it uses humidity like quicksand, lures you with the waters' warmth, and pours images of hammocks and glasses of lemonade down your throat until you could choke on them. but spring and fall hate us; undeniably, without even trying to hide it, they get rid of us as fast as they can. gone faster than i can even recognize their existence. a transformation from freezing to burning, ice to fire, without any time any between. i think im the same way as the seasons. but forget the seasons anyway, okay? just as long as you dont forget the people that were in them.

posted by Anonymous @ 7:59 PM Comments: 3