postscript Posted April 27, 2008 Share Posted April 27, 2008 i love to write and i've been feeling especially down lately so i spend a lot of time with my face buried in my moleskine, pen in hand, scribbling. i'm inspired by writers like richard brautigan, and charles bukowski, but i don't think that really reflects in what i write. the tops of my knees through to my feet are covered in small clusters of bruises: fingerprints of ghost hands on the milk skin of my legs because there is no one holding my hand and helping me jump obstacles; no voice warning me of dangers ahead. no one (gently) kisses my wounds with a promise that everything will, in fact, be okay. it's important for me to take these hits and find it out, alone. it's ugly, and it's painful, but where it hurts will eventually heal. in it's place i'll have grown a thicker skin. you can tell i really, really miss someone right now. Link to comment
Clementine orange Posted April 27, 2008 Share Posted April 27, 2008 I love moleskines... btw. Me too - the history is inspiring. Link to comment
zachiphus Posted April 27, 2008 Share Posted April 27, 2008 hmmm.... you know what? I could easily see those as lyrics for Rise Against, totally off topic I know, but it's true.... Link to comment
Recommended Posts