they say life is a breath.
so breathe...

"what?"
"yes, there will always be people who are too nice and will accomodate those with low self-esteem, and people who are too lazy and will not hold you to higher moral standards than they have for themselves. there will always be someone for you to fall in love with, however shallow, selfish, or dim you are. cheer up."

ugly is beautiful, and shy is bold; the cold silence is an invitation and the shrieking laughter is a call for help. we conquer a world when we use our own eyes.

those moments of lucidity when you're brushing your teeth or staring down a red light at an intersection.

you can't acquire it, and therefore you had it all along. but no frost-bitten adage can coax the life out of a single soul. risk your rationality or die a slave to it.

the repeated assurance that its already in you - or that you already are it - stale, comfortless, perpetually applied by your mother while you wince and turn away and feel no divine presence - new or of previous residence -, instead just a grossly swelled feeling inside your chest.

I waited.
wait.

an unfair revival that leaves you turning.

yes, I look forward to a feeling that far surpasses that of a handsome somebody's number written on my palm - or my number on his. no one will be able to barter it to or from me.

if you've given up fighting by the right rules then you've lost already. go away.

I am so ill-disposed to pride that I fear I'll never be capable of having the right kind of it.

"You think I'm like my dad,"
"You are not your dad,"
"Maybe I will be, maybe I'll be just like him."
"Maybe you'll be better."
- Proof

this is your silver lining. help me make it and stitch the numbered days together.

forgive me when I break my promise and do leave you because I think that will help me change; I only do that because its all I know to do - I do it to myself. I don't know how to fix, I've never tried for fear it won't work - so I leave things.

a year ago I would have given you up because of the pain; but I know now, how foolish that would be; how precious you are even when you don't look it.
the same goes for me.

come up.