The bite mark on my arm is slowly fading.
The color I wish would never fade is asking for more and more.
To have your lips kissing mine.
Your eyelashes on my cheek.
your hand grabbing my ass.
The sadness lies not in our moments of touching and my wet tongue sliding down your neck.
but in your lies that smell like truth off your breath, when youre holding me.
I hide from the lights of cars passing by, lying on your chest.
But now my paranoia has set in again. while youre fucking someone else
and holding someone else the same way.
loneliness is such a tragic trait for such a beautiful boy such as you.

you were reeeeeeeeeeeeeeepoterted as a lover of all assaults of all worries,>
forget about the money. forget about the weed.
i think about this all the time and i worry i will fuck you in the Early morning with some sick sorry sadness THAT i will contort into some sad madness that is called insanity.

come tell me i shouldn't worry about what will come out of your mouth.
this is the sickness that is lingering in the sad holes of my brain,
i have loved you sadly forever.

i dont know what made me come back and look at this.

but i have no emotional connection to any of it right now, im not hurt about any of the things that i used to be or scared of the things i was scared of. there is a lack of caring on my part. maybe i would even call it numbness.

i have this theory that in the future everyone will be even more vain but loving of everyone. and it'll be like one big orgy with glitter and mirrors.

and everyone will be gay and there will be beautiful women and flamboyant men. and sex between a man and a woman will only be necessary to keep the human race alive.

adieu

i think im done with this for now.

a lot of what ive written on here were bad thoughts and feelings.
good memories, also!

but lots is changing, so i might as well change things here.

http://www.piale.tumblr.com/

i started this a while back but never really got it started.
this will be much lighter, i hope.
for i feel good times coming!

maybe i'll post here if i feel the need to....

god has a voice, she speaks through me

Sisters of the water,
absence of the fire.
Heal our illnesses.

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Dis-moi ce que tu penses
De ma vie, de mon adolescence

Dis-moi ce que tu penses
Moi j'aime aussi l'amour et la violence

-Sebastien Tellier