December 2010
31 posts
Milkymee* →
“Playfull folk melodies and a voice which combines intimacy with some chalky confidence”
Silhouette Diner
[…] But no, I am stronger than my heart. I have to be. I light a cigarette and take one last sweep of the place. I force myself not to feel and only to see. Sometimes a wounded heart can take years to heal. But the mind is a great antiseptic, a great antibiotic, a badass penicillin. So I force my mind to ignore any whisper of him. Again I do what I do best and melt into the scene. […]
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Silent Feet
[…] Before my eyes are sheets and sheets of music, compositions written by my own hand. These sheets once stared back at me blank, and naïve. How far they have come. They have the look of experience, of a life lived long ago in a far away but familiar place. These pages have absorbed what it is to live, to love, to be. They’re all weathered with scars and laugh lines, blemishes and veins....
It's always one thing after the other.
I feel shame not for the wrong things I have done, but for the right things that I have failed to do for you. I wish I could erase it all, start over. I am so full of shit. Didn’t you know? I open my mouth and immediately start speaking nonsense and my words do nothing but tangle themselves into countless knots. I am restless because of love and captured by the past. I wish you could of seen all...
