I'm Andrew.
I'm 20.
I write, and smoke more cigarettes than I'd care to admit.
I write poetry, and lots of other random things.
Who the fuck has time for anything for anything but life anymore?
I love mathematics and all that it has in store.
My atomic structure
is flawless,
even if that
only means life.
I.
controlled burn.
6.11.13i ran down the steps and out
the screen door and slipped in
the wet grass with my bare feet
in my front yard. i landed on my
back but i rolled over onto my
stomach and i laid there in the
rain, smelling the dirt. tasting it.
my neighbors asked me if i was
overdosing. they yelled about
calling the cops. i shouted back
that they didn’t know anything
about spontaneous combustion.
i stayed out there for what felt
like hours. the cops never came.
(Source: mrgolightly)
And I said I know it well
I know it well
And I said I know it well
I know it well
And I said I know it well
I know it well
(Source: Spotify)
Just What Can Last || Songs: Ohia
all friends will leave you(x3)
leavin’ will bring ya down and
leavin’ will tear ya down and
leavin’ will wear you down and
leavin’ will bring you down
all your friends have left you(x3)
leavin’ will bring ya down and
leavin’ will wear ya down and
leavin’ will bring ya down(x3)
leavin’ will tear you down and
leavin’ will bring you down
It’s been hard doing anything
winter stuck around so long
I kept trying anyhow and I’m still trying now
just to keep working just to keep working
I remember when it didn’t use to be so hard
this used to be impossible
A new season has to begin
I can feel it leaning in whispering, “Nothing’s lonely now”
Nothing anymore in pain.
A tall shadow dressed how secrets always dress
when they want everyone to know that they’re around
leaning in whispering, “My friend over there
don’t know what he’s talking about”
Did you really believe
that everyone makes it out?
Almost no one makes it out
I’m going to use that street to hide
from that human doubt
to hide from what was shining
and has finally burned us out
But if no one makes it out
How come you’re talking to one right now
for once almost was good enough
Songs:Ohia - Almost Was Good Enough (Once)
I just want a good beer tonight.
Counting the steps to door,
five, six, seven, eight,
in between framed faces of
each character who’d walked
away from that door.
9, 10, 11,
what do these floorboards
know about the steps taken by
all those before,
I’d imagine nothing, but
their soles,
and how I’m the only repeater,
treading on their worn-
out wax.
Twelve.
No? Why is this anonymous?
