count your steps..

gentle whisperings lend their warmth to a plastic phone
held close more to the heart than the ear


two beds lie across the city from each other
carrying in them both
one heart beat

i reinflated the red balloon with my sweet dream and retied it to the string. the slip of paper is no longer there.

watch it go
watch my floating sweet dream go.



dream of balloons and glass bottles, your repressed desires.

who wouldn't be able to tell? it's scrawled across her chest.

and step right under one (: either that, or that fugly thing's been following u around baby.

its like when smth sucks, everything else must follow suit.



u said everything would be alright