(suffering The Clear And Obvious Ramifications Of My Voluntary Actions) Once Again God Torments Me For

(suffering the clear and obvious ramifications of my voluntary actions) once again god torments me for no purpose but sick amusement

hobbies: being asleep, getting ready to go to sleep, going to sleep, getting into my bed, waking up and realizing i can go back to sleep, sleeping, being in my bed (asleep), falling asleep,

Time

I’ve never trusted time.

It creeps past me

Like shadows on a summer’s

Afternoon, it laughs at me

From clock faces, teases me

From calendars, lies to me

In memories. It always seems so

Plentiful but it hides when needed,

Laughing behind its hand.

And then with a casual flickering cruelty

It changes everything I love into

Sepia memories, faded photographs

In crackling albums, lonely moments

In crowded places. I don’t trust time.

It seems like we all have plenty of it

But it’s never enough.

Doug

Sea of Strangers

In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.

The arms that yearn to someday hold me, will ache beneath the heavy oars.

Please take your time and take it slowly; as all you do will run its course.

And nothing else can take what only— was always meant as solely yours.

- Lang Leav, Sea of Strangers

:')

Things I should be doing

• so many

Things I am doing

• None of the so many things

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower.