Blind ramblings of a Komakozee

my harbor of solitude

Well here I am again, another relationship with more problems. There’s not a lot of things I hope for in life and clearly a successful relationship shouldn’t be on the list, judging from all the evidence. Where ever I end up there will be something for me.

My heart hurts..

Once again We find ourselves picking up the pieces of a broken heart.
Pieces chiseled away with words and broken promises.

The whispers of tomorrow we never had
The promise of dreams that we never reached

Oh sweet sorrow
How I become thee
Why have I not embraced
Your tender frigid limbs
The tender limbs of insanity
Why have I not kissed
Your sweet trembling lips
The sweet lips of death
Death comes to those who wait
Yet insanity comes to many
Throw away the heart
Throw away the desire
Let the void of nothingness consume and transpire
Let these words ring true

Tea time

Tea time

eatsleepdraw:

Breaking the news to youngins’ can be sad for everyone. 

This is Meadow Lake to a T

eatsleepdraw:

Breaking the news to youngins’ can be sad for everyone. 

This is Meadow Lake to a T

(via pabster)

Inner - Outer

Inner beauty and inner ugly are defined by actions. The actions demonstrated have bared the pure ugliness of your soul to the innocence of the world. Your looks deceiving the hopeful and prayed upon. They never had a chance. To his many victims: Don’t loose hope, despite his words you are beautiful and deserve nothing but the world. Let your inner beauty sore! That unsightly mess of a man cannot touch the pure and powerful force of your ever growing radiance. Don’t deny your heart. Cry and let it out.