I burnt my tongue on you. Now I've lost all sense of taste. Or decency

A nonsmoker is forced to find food, but for a smoker breakfast can be a cigarette and a cup of bad coffee

I thought I couldn't afford to take her out and smoke as well. So I gave up cigarettes. Then I took her out and one day I looked at her and thought: "Oh well," and I went back to smoking again, and that was better.

"All the thoughts that I push out of my head until I lay it down on a pillow
are rushing towards me, running, leaping over the coffee table

i throw my novel at the fern that rests above the television, un-used,
no one turns it on anymore. staring at the black screen, my mind dances
but the lack of expression on my face says different" -aimee gratton

You buy things and you keep them clean. You take care of them. Keep them in a special pocket. Away from keys and coins. Away from other things that should be kept clean and taken care of as well. Then they get scratched. And scratched again. And again. And again. And again. Soon, you don't care about them anymore. You don't keep them in a special pocket. You throw them in the bag with everything else. They've surpassed their form and become nothing but function. People are like that. You meet them and keep them clean. In a special pocket. And then you start to scratch them. Not on purpose. Sometimes you just drop them by accident or forget which pocket they're in. But after the first scratch, it's all downhill from there. You see past their form. They become function. They are a purpose. Only their essence remains

"I have these dreams, filled with the melodic singles of rock bands, blank pages and words pouring out of plants, rabbits in top hats singing lullabies to lost love, golden dragons circling the grave of their mother, roaring fire and flame in defiance of death, barristers and black knights doing battle in city streets, trains to hell and elevators to heaven, somewhere in an ocean of skin, somewhere in a sky filled with sin (bring them all to bear)

And though you might not have witnessed them, I believe it all to be as real as anything else I've ever seen"

You told me it'd be ok. But you were the one crying

You told me to let go. But you were the one holding onto my shirt