composing melancholy songs of despondancy and despair on an old organ in a tenebrous room; staying up all night to spend time with the soothing clicks of my typewriter's sticky keys; seeking the origin of the way i feel.

i'm exhausted with the condition and nature of human beings. and i'm exhausted with keeping up with appearances. and i'm exhausted with the regret/disappointment/discontent/deception/apathy/malice/loneliness/doubt.

i need to be able to feel something tangible, there's too many things i'm unable to grasp.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
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won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30