Podgorica

(Source: fyeahthatssoraven)

goodnight.

Maybe if I concentrate, I can read their paws

like bathroom mats

Im dry.

Ive lost that vigor, that soft and cool solvant

that coats my days

with a couple of nice words.

reminds me that everything Im doing

is just a little step.

Right now, my feelings are hurting

in every one of my quads.

The top of the stairs is a little further

than i imagined.

And I imagine a lot.

I imagine pillows on the faces

of angry coins.

Dauntingly waiting

for me to slip, fall 

and be caught in a safety net

that few people will ever know.

and these last few days,

Ive been forced

to reassess that safety net

and ive realized it really isnt that safe.

its just a net

that i am blindly swimming into,

not knowing where else to go.

Its itchy and mean,

and covered in seams

that scratch my scales as i try to be strong again

And Im not purified in the hands of the fisherman

who pulls me up.

Im not purified in the big picture,

that drags me down.

In fact, 

the longer I linger in the net,

the drier i become.

And I was already dry

to begin with.

(Source: have--not)

truth fact

(Source: gabeweb)