JoshuaYesterday consists of who he was, what he ate, his last date, the loved ones who left, the wounds that will bleed until the truth is said. Today is all he has because tomorrow is the collection of scars that mark yesterday’s decisions he took too far so even that will soon be gone. With his fear of death aside, he wonders if maybe one day the sky will tear open and the effect will be like that of a supernova: the angels could dance on a blinding stream of light & grace us with their presence right before our demise. He patiently awaits the Armageddon within all of us, the day we find the faith within ourselves to save oJoshua
in transitionI'm in transition, trying to figure out who & what I am. I never realized the gravity of these questions because I've always avoided thinking about them.in transition
I'm in transition, perpetually in motion, drowned in emotions, trying to figure out who it is that I am. It's surreal, I have this strange feeling of recognition, kinda like when you see some hot guy across the coffee shop and then you realize that you know him from somewhere but you can't place it on where. Then you get closer and you realize you knew him from elementary school, the track team, your English class, wherever, and it all comes back
Sober SundayBoth bi-queer-questionining-not giving a fuck yet hot as hell boys who want to live a life of romance, dancing to the beats in our head, and spinning, spinning, spinning out of control. Complete emotional nightmares, in love with writing and stories and each other, both dissociating, substance-loving, nympho young lost boys. Connected at the hip & the head, moving & speaking in unexpected unison. Delicate boys with a penchant for stories and lying, diggin the colors purple & pink, we've not seen each other naked but can feel the other scream inside when we catch each other's eyes. &nbSober Sunday
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"A gently scritch-scratching on a paper in the dark, the thousands of incomplete thoughts and emotions swirling their way through the tips of fingers onto the paper which serves as the therapist tonight.." ~Aiaki
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"A gently scritch-scratching on a paper in the dark, the thousands of incomplete thoughts and emotions swirling their way through the tips of fingers onto the paper which serves as the therapist tonight.." ~Aiaki
I'm not on much & I've got a lot more to post, but thank you so much! I'm glad that someone out there is interested in what I've posted
It's a tough road, but it's definitely worth it. Some day you'll look back and wonder how it all happened so fast
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and it's already starting to happen. I look back and it's hard to believe that I've gone from denying my sexuality to becoming somewhat open about it.
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"A gently scritch-scratching on a paper in the dark, the thousands of incomplete thoughts and emotions swirling their way through the tips of fingers onto the paper which serves as the therapist tonight.." ~Aiaki
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愛 なんて いらね よ なつ
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"A gently scritch-scratching on a paper in the dark, the thousands of incomplete thoughts and emotions swirling their way through the tips of fingers onto the paper which serves as the therapist tonight.." ~Aiaki
Really appreciate it.
Nice writting piece
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You have enough hatred to overwhelm all emotions
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