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Please, no knife. Put down the gun Trash the pills I offer you purpose.

Posted By Rehsad On 08.31.2011 @ 8:51 am

I speak with patience in my voice although screaming is the stronger urge. SCREAM I must SCREAM until my lungs explode into a thousand pieces of pink confetti, until my throat mirrors the driest deserts.

But I suppress the urge….. “I would prefer not to discuss this, but thank you.”

Posted By Rehsad On 08.26.2011 @ 1:10 am

I need an umbrella over my organs so they dont absorb unnecessary amounts of sodium…. The sodium coming from the tears of my heart. When it rains, it pours.

Posted By Rehsad On 08.25.2011 @ 8:02 am

I sink deeper into this cycle of slowly losing desire. deeper and deeper i go, waiting for it to shallow out as i wait to keep myself from being shallow.

Posted By Rehsad On 08.22.2011 @ 3:23 pm

I am curious about the thoughts behind the eyes of others wondering about the world. When they see an injustice, a cute pair of shoes, someone with the same shirt on. Are their thoughts profound? Do they live in the moment or a preoccupied with the past…or with the future?

Posted By Rehsad On 05.16.2011 @ 11:48 pm